I've got one more week to live

Thank you, George Saunders.

Me: That's a cool simple idea for a story!
Me (fifteen minutes later and still just thinking about the story): How much other cool shit can we complicate this story with?

And the worst part is knowing I'll still be up early.

Finally got to eat a meal that required a signed waiver.

I get up early to get work done, and forget how distracting my mom can be when she's talking to herself.

Only a few more weeks, only a few more days of working at this theater. ~_~

There are not many things that bring me a sense of dread, but seeing my stepdad has texted me or is calling is one of them.

Can't wait to be in Bellingham.

A lack of parental support has its benefits, believe it or not.