March 21

Holy Moly. Spring break is almost over. I'm bleary-eyed and blinky, squinting at the screen in front of me, the researched microfilm pages splayed across the table. I'm watching my coffee get cold, nursing the inexplicable goosebumps that are sneaking their way down my arms. I am tired. Last night's make up is smeared across my heavy-lidded eyes.

I think I might take a long bath.