The darkening skies

As divine as last night was, I am back in DeKalb, back sharing a bedroom and bathroom, without a kitchen, without, ever, a car, and, largely, without friends I can trust.

Driving West I watched the sky. It was cloudy, but for the path in front of us--beams of sunlight shining from the heavens. That is, until I arrived in DeKalb--the sun was behind us then.

Fortune smiled in allowing me another week to finish my English assignments--the professor is doing individual conferences, classes will not meet. Tomorrow morning I discover what my Statistics professor has to say--he was the only one who never replied to my email. Because of the English schedule, I have one class since I dropped COMS100, and it is at 8am--and, though I had started skipping Mondays and Wednesdays right before I fell ill, I will need to attend so as to initiate primary discussion, if only to tell the professor I shall be stopping by his office hours.

But reminded I was with the first breaths my roommate took--what salvation is left lay only in knowing I have reserved an option where I have my own bedroom next semester. I'll be sharing a bathroom, walk-in closet, and very small entry room, but I will have my own bedroom.

More hazard until then... but it kind of feels like a sleeping drug might actually be working for once.