there's a slow drip of sorrow on the edge of my heart

[wisdomeagle]

*wakes up, and is all groggy* Behold the power of sleep.... I'm exhausted, since I haven't slept well all summer. And I'm miserable. I cursed my mom out this morning, which is something I hate doing since it makes me feel all dirty inside. And I said some pretty hurtful things, I think. I just want to get out of here, dammit, preferably as soon as possible. We're leaving tomorrow morning; we'll spend tomorrow night in New York, and then Friday night in a hotel in Virginia, and then Saturday I move into my dorm and meet the person who will be sharing my room.

Speaking of roommates, mine called me "Ruth Ellen" while I was staying with her, and it was sublimely weird. I'm Ari, and have been for most of college. I wibble about names. Sometimes I like to think of Ruth Ellen as a special name reserved for the most important people, but then some of the most important people call me "RE" and some "Ari" so I don't know. It's sometimes marginally easier to introduce myself as Ari. Sometimes not.

I think I need to put Della to bed now so we can pack her up and put her in the car. My head hurts and my heart hurts and I haven't heard from my roommate since I left Kansas.

Comments

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i freely interchange Ruth Ellen & RE. RE-RE is the most fun-fun. yes-yes. i need to stop-stop doing that-that. okay-okay.

::soft.hugs:: you'll see eachother again soon. ride the time like a tide.

[wisdomeagle]

:P RE-RE works. Yes, it does.

Three months. Thanksgiving. Entirely too much time to wait.

Thank you.

Love.

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backwards, that's ER-ER. emergency! emergency! :P {i kid. :D}

better late than never, dear. <3