Tomorrow, amidst a flurry of travel, I will journey back to Greeley.
People are leaving, people have left. Germany, England,Prague, Russia, France, Italy, even Arizona and California.
And I am going to Greeley. Oh, why couldn't I go on an exciting trip? I'm good at keeping myself busy. I'm good at finding odd jobs. I'm good at dinking around in unfamiliar places.
Sadly, I have three more semesters of college and am relatively pinned to Greeley for the moment.
Why can't I go on an adventure, I asked to myself as I sat in the Trident. The time was 8:38. I lost the will to live.
It took me a few minutes to notice that it was lost. I checked my pocket, my purse. I think that Novelist Man must have sewn it into his 'creative line', because it is most definitely departed.
I don't want to go to sleep, but I just fell asleep for several minutes in an uncomfortable computer chair. My tired body hates me.
Bed. Which is Couch.