I am alone in the house tonight. All of my other roommates have dispersed to their new residences. I'm going to be here until May 1st.

After Amanda left, I locked all the doors, turned up the music real loud, danced around, peed with the bathroom door open, ate shrimp marinated in peanut sauce out of a teacup and drank Baileys on the rocks out of a coffee cup and chewed on the ice afterwards wearing nothing but underwear. It was lonely but invigorating. I felt fairly savage, honestly. This house is a mess, but it's on its way to being empty.

I called Rebekah and she said encouraging things to me. Neal was over tonight and we watched Love and Death on Long Island and ate pizza and gelato and he said encouraging things to me. My grandfather brought over awesomely shaped boxes today and he said encouraging things to me. My mother and sister and roommates and friends all say encouraging things to me. This is good.

Because I am feeling slightly terrified.




(We did a test pack of Beatrice today, and... everything fits! Barely. But it fits!)