Last night there was a birthday party and we didn't drink but talked until four about literature and being waste faces and high school and politics and food. Before that I went out for pho with my boyfriend and then took a dinner nap. Before that I looked at the status of funding for a project I'm interested in. Before that I was sleeping off a hangover.
Three weeks left in this city.
Means the last three weeks where so many of my friends will be living in the same place. And while having a sprawling goodbye festival, three weeks to complete a semester's worth of work. And spend some quality time with my boyfriend, and get minor dental surgery and file paperwork and pack all my stuff and real life things that should be done at this juncture.
I have never had such a strong sensation of time moving so incredibly fast. I've never felt so calm in the middle of it, either.
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