July 9th, 2003

grandma ryan

What was that.

The most insane weekend.

Sleepless, stressful, depressing.

I almost went back to Portland. Now I don't think so.

I don't think I can call, but I know I'm going to miss. Hell, a big reason I came up so far before the flight. Now to figure out what to do with myself. I brought my thesis for...
Now, well, whatever.
I don't know what to do. I can't sit still and I can't move.

Hopefully New York will cheer me up. Meanwhile, I will call Pat.