Christina is back in the States. The house is empty, or perhaps I should be optimistic about it and say that it is half full. Regardless, the emptiness is a bit jarring to adjust too. I have been spoiled. And once again, I must adapt to my situation.

Sad.

Sad.

Sad.

Echo.

Echo.

Slam, boom.

The ghosts in my house already know that there is only one of us now. Easy prey really.

Exhausted, from watching 23 ECC (English Challenge Cup) videos and marking them, I am ready for bed. Medicine, shower, bed.

When you are this exhausted everything is in bulleted form.

Sleep now.

Dream later.

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