Of the third week of being a tertiary student

I have some work to do...can't fall behind. That is bad.

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night?

I miss quite a few things. I miss holding hands in French and linking arms. I miss standing in front of the ad board in the mornings. Being part of something in the music suite. Eating all that food in form. Ah. Form was great. A lot of things.

Wishing you were at my door. 

But I am doing goodly. Now I am off to shower and do some work. And things. Sleepy. Sneezy.