thelibra

I heard on the news this evening that there was a fatal car accident in Watson's town this morning. On a road I know he takes to get to work.

I haven't heard from him since yesterday. Oh dear.

In re: this morning's entry...I'm hangin' in. Pressing the issue isn't going to help. I just gotta let it go for now. My eyelids are droopy, but I think that it's because I've been screwing around with makeup. Somehow that always makes me feel better.

I guess Libra is a girl after all.

I still want to pelt small projectiles at my "professor". Does this make me a bad person? I think if she spouted off about Greek tragedy one more time I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. At least the class is almost over. Just three papers and ten journals to write and then we're done. So I have to rot in that classroom [with no windows] for ten more mornings. It's all over 6/23. Thank goodness.

Lalalala...I'm hungry.

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edit, 11:00pm

Watson is okay. We just spoke. He and I are the kind of friends who, if we don't hear from each other every twenty minutes, something is wayyy wrong. So yeah.

I need to pound him [in the bad way] the next time we hang out. Haha.