I dialed the wrong number because I've become accomplished at forgetting things, like what it was I wrote on the inside of the my closet doors that last day. I said I'd keep it a secret to everyone so now I have no one to ask. I'm glad there is nowhere to be gone at this moment, because I am going nowhere.
Tonight I begin my first summer class. It's with the professor that people thought I was sleeping with my freshman year. I could use a familar face.
"The pleasure of sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself" -- buddy buddy with Byron, he was.