At the Reg again. Things are happening too quickly and I am tense and sad. Having come here in the rain, I also smell like a wet dog. The rain is pretty nice, it makes me wish I was sitting by an open window drinking coffee and reading a novel, not sitting in a cold library working on a paper.
It looks like I’m leaving on the eleventh. I gotta pack my shit up and get it sent to storage.
The world is no place for a kid like me.