Chased home by music last night. Visting Erik, and then driving home. Songs, reminding me of all the things I need to do in my life. And then, being reminded of the one thing that is waiting for me. Things will be alright. Seven months. Thats all I have to make it though.

No dreams last night. Klonopin, benydril, and already being tired - I was out cold by 2:00am. Woke at 10:20, just before my alarm went off, called Erik to make sure he was awake and alright, then busled off to school.

And here I am.