twelve twenty-nine.

12:29 AM

I am alive. 

And so very tired from hall staff training

and Target runs

and midnight hall decorating

and internally debating whether community showers are a communist plot or not,

SO

I am not worrying about this blog for another week. Dig?

But I still love any of you loyal readers (Shelby) who questioned my absence.

Night.Night.Night.  

x     x     x

Sarah