It's funny, I ran into so many people. Rather, they ran into me. Or, in the case of Brian, hit me over the head with a rolled up sheet of paper.

Daniela joined me in the bridge. And Will walked by and supposedly he saw me but I guess I was immersed in my book.

A good book: One Hundred Years of Solitude.

It really is amazing. So...gentle. I keep using that word when talking about this book.

My room is a mess. I have no room. Don't get me wrong, it isn't dirty. It's actually organized. But it's an organized mess. Too much stuff and too little space. I think I might need to consider rearranging the furniture.

But for now, I'm too tired to do anything but listen as Damien Rice croons softly about Amy and fall asleep.