I woke up thinking about the house the other night. Jared, too.
I haven't thought about Jared for the past few months, and pow. There he was in my dream.Finals are coming up in about a month, so maybe that's my problem. Maybe I'm just stressed. Brit and Caitlin are going out tonight and asked if I wanted to come along.
Yes.
No.
Maybe so.
But they're going to the Warehouse. I hate the Warehouse. Too noisy. I had a headache for like a week after we went last time. They put too much ice in their mixed drinks, too.
God, I sound old. I'll blame it on finals. Maybe Brit's right. Maybe I need to get out.
Why did I dream about Jared?
And that awful f*cking house?
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