Homeward bound

Here, my house is dirty, I have not found the time to clean. I know that this exam will be the most mentally upsetting three hours since... well since my economics midterm at least. I told my Bostonian last night that I had given up. He was understandably aghast, and demanded to know what our professor would have to say about it. So I trekked in the cold wind to his house to study some. It was strange. He is so frighteningly intelligent, I feel like speaking to him puts me in way over my head. They were so well prepared that it made me panic a little, but I am beyond panic. I will write this exam in the same haze that I have been wandering around within all week, fly home, and sink into Vancouver like a familiar friend. I know her wet streets are waiting.

"I've been down here before

All my bones and joints are sore

Find my way out of the wreck again

I've been down here before"