Left Behind

currently listening to: Julie Delpy's An Ocean Apart because I love Before Sunset and because I'm in a sleepy mood

It's too hard to keep up with school and music and the news and friends. It's worth it, sure. But still. But, but, nothing.

I haven't even finished the wonderful Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. Where are my priorities, if not enraptured in the spine of a book?

Tomorrow--or today, rather--we're going to see the house. (On a side note, I hate how I've picked up that habit from him. Hate it. ) I can't believe I'm moving in less than a month, if things go as planned. Doesn't that affect me, as an infectious, popular disease would? Doesn't it matter?