...has eaten my soul. It will all be over tomorrow, and my discipleship at the Temple of Art under the Oracle Pinter will be over on Friday. I'm none too pleased about the latter. The class has been dealing with our collective saddness by running about the school at all hours of the night taking scandalous photos of eachother. Nude therapy.
Things on the boy front are sufficiently on hold, as of last monday. I can't focus the amount of energy on the situation that I had previously devoted anymore. So, that's that. I trust my intuition, focus my thoughts on what I want, and trust the way of the world to smooth everything out.
Expect a far more detailed post in the not too distant future.
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