I am exhausted.
Showing a friend the entire city in one week alongside regular school and work schedules is a non-stop ride.
I get tomorrow to myself (well, alongside friends in Prospect Park) since my roommates went home, and it's a bittersweet feeling. I do really wish I'd just gone home. But I'm going to Philadelphia and Boston for the first time, and I don't know when I would have if I didn't now. I'm really excited. I love that I had the money for bus tickets, and I just bought them and had two trips on my radar. New York is good for that.
I have a lot of thoughts and things to say, but my eyes are melting into eyelids right now.
In light of the Japanese crisis and the attack on Libya, I hope this finds you praying and well.
Happy spring, bugs.