I really can't sleep. It's driving me up a wall.

I'm a bit anxious to move. I can already feel a huge growing distance between me and most of my friends here - I think that's the first sign that I'm ready to leave.

Not that it particularly matters, but man am I lacking in the date/attention department. Do I need to be making the initiative or am I just really not doing this right? Whatevs. I'm moving soon anyways.

Since I'm leaving and this was my final year of St. Thomas and everything, I almost feel obligated to write a long listy blog entry that highlights everything from the past year (or four years, your pick); that would take a really long time and a lot of memory sifting. I'm not sure I really have the energy to recall all that much information, but maybe. I did do it my freshman year after all (and I was certainly taking more drugs back then, so we can't use that excuse), so it's not like it's impossible.

It's really weird to think that in no time at all, I will be leaving Brewberry's forever. Emily and Ryan were in today and that was a pleasant surprise on both accounts. On another note, I really hope I did all the closing shift stuff I needed to and I hope that if I didn't that Mike won't be too upset when he opens in less than six hours.

On one hand, I miss my friends. And on the other hand, I don't feel too motivated to call them up lately. I guess I partially feel they don't feel too motivated to call me either.