Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious.

History Was Easy, But I Don't Know About The Calculus. It Seemed Like It Was Making Sense, So That Probably Means I Failed.

This Love Was Tricky...was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Could Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?

Stupid, Shiny Volvo Owner.

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.