I've managed to fall away.

From Earth?

From reality?

From sanity?

ROFL. All of the above.

I should be back... eventually.

If I don't surface, consider sending a search party.

Out of department classes will the death of me.

I was told they would be easy. I believe "cake walks" were the words used.

The classes are not hard, per se, but they are not as easy as I've heard other classes to be.

I feel utterly unprepared for this semester. But, being my last in the graduate program, it could easily be apathy.

I'm just ready to go already.

gip: This is my bad ass grad school icon. One of many. I slay it, at the knees. Go Morgana.

I had a dream about Des last night.

I visited her grave, which was beautiful, and wept and wept and wept. She came to me, more real and solid than a ghost, and told me that I was a good friend.

I woke crying.

There are so many things in my life I regret, and drifting from her will now always remain one that I cannot fix. It just seems so wrong, almost unbelievable, that a girl like her could be gone from this world.

It's like an immense sadness that will never be made whole.

God, I miss her.

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