panic attack mode.
dumping out trashcans with the roomie.
this weather is fucking brutal, the treadmill isn't making me less stressed, homework is already over my head. dear fucking lord if i don't get away soon i'm going to cause chaos.



26degrees right now.
i might run away to the beach this weekend.
maybe i'll just pitch at tent somewhere around the james.

really, i want to go back to martinique. maybe i'll con my aunt into helping me pay?