I find it hard to believe that nearly three weeks has gone by since I’ve been to OBC. The three weeks prior to that seemed like torture. I could hardly stand to be away. But here we are, 2.5 weeks since seeing (and for the most part hearing from) my favorite people back at O. And I’m ok. Believe it or not, I’m ok.
Of course, I’m going there Friday night and spending nine meals there. I hope the weather is gorgeous. I’m going to make a documentary of my weekend, I think. I’ll have to make a list of shots I’ll need. I think I’ll abstain from most mischief-making. It’s hard work on your own, you know? Though I managed quite well the last time. I’ll stick to homework and Aunt Beast’s house.
I’m sure I’ll have some pictures. I’m sure you’ll sort of enjoy them.
Anyway, off to write a paper for a bit… it’s not due until Friday but Thursday has bigger fish to fry.