I'm sitting by the wall, under the burnt out light upstairs. In the corner by the railing, there is this plain couple reading self help books at each other and doing worksheets. I can't tell if it is a therapy meeting or some bizarre dating activity I'm unaware of nowadays.
There are still people driving up and down Guadalupe honking their horns. They finally lit the tower up orange.
I was harrassed by this stoned goth boy earlier who spotted the CD next to my laptop. It was really odd.
Sarah's packing her stuff and I wish she was up here to be snarky with me.