I moved into my new place.
Now send me letters and presents and whatever.
All my stuff is moved in and there are no monster in the closet.
However, someone should come cuddle with me, just to be safe.
Moving back up to UConn land today.
My dinner consists of bread, ice cream sandwiches, and sangria.
I think this makes me a real 20 something.
I have yet to convince myself that getting out of bed would be an acceptable choice.