It looks like I’m living off campus next year. My roommate-to-be and I checked out the places at Harrison. North campus, I know—not exactly where I want to be. But I’m a business major and Harrison is right across the street from Fisher. I’ll be even farther from south campus than I am now in Lincoln, and that’s the part I’m not so sure I like.

I have to submit a rough draft for a Fisher Ink article by noon on Sunday. Ideally, I’d have started it last night and be done by now. But I never live in ideal conditions even when they are readily available. I have plans for tonight and I have plans for Saturday night, so it looks like I’m out of nights. I need to learn to prioritize…or is that exactly what I was doing all along?

Last night I went up a few floors in Lincoln to hang out in the suite I used to spend every weekend in last quarter. We’d just sit up and talk for hours about nothing in particular. One time we even tried to track our train of thought. That was entertaining. Anyway, I hadn’t been back there since last quarter, so I figured I’d stop by. We didn’t really do much of anything, but I love not doing anything.

I still haven’t gotten PAD this quarter, and I have no intentions to. Even when I’m hungry and desperate, I can still avoid it—which surprises even me sometimes. But really, I’m eternally sick of PAD and hope I don’t relapse in a moment of weakness.

I’m hungry.