There's a pit in my stomach and I'm starting to feel like I may have unknowingly swallowed a baseball. I'm sure another cup of coffee will wash it down quite nicely.
Things could be worse, but they could certainly be a lot better as well. Right now I'm sitting in Michigan, contemplating the fate of my summer. And I'm wondering if I'm pursuing things that were never meant to be mine... even though I've managed to obtain "impossible" things before. I'll keep pushing until I get what I want, and maybe that makes me a bad person. Or maybe I'm just determined.
Back to Chicago I go, but not before I stop in East Lansing to visit a friend and meet her boyfriend. Ah, l'amour...
Today I killed a chipmunk (here's the coffee kicking in). At least I think I killed a chipmunk. It ran out into the road and in front of my car. Even though there was nothing I could do, I was bothered. I am bothered. What made it worse was that the person behind me stopped to see if it had survived. But me... I just kept driving
..like the cold-blooded murderer that I am.
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