Last night was a mess. Colleen was at work until almost four and Rachel was sleeping, so Greg, Dana, Beckie and two of Dana's friends came over to my apartment, and we drank ourselves illiterate listening to "Midnight Rider" and "Spanish Rose" and smoking Darla, my hookah, until we thought tequila might be a good mixer for rum.
I'd really like to get outdoors more often, but the weather has been overcast and rainy for weeks. Everyone seems to be bemoaning how it's August now and we only have a month left before classes start up, but I couldn't be happier about those two facts. This summer has caused me nothing but trouble, and I'm awaiting the time when I'll be buried in schoolwork. Maybe we'll have an Indian summer. Maybe it'll be warm until November.
I just keep hoping beyond hope that things sort themselves out.
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