full of moxie and viscosity

Getting closer to F-day. The rents bought their ticket, my room is starting to get all packed up, and I'm starting to realize that people here might actually miss me. Weird, isn't it? I don't feel like I really settled in here, so it's hard to imagine that people settled ME into THEIR lives. Then there are the few people who aren't really that upset about my leaving, or choose to not express it, but what can you do? I guess I shouldn't have expected anything else.

In other news, I feel freaking fantastic. I have never been so productive on the novel, so caught up with my bills, so motivated to do what I'm setting out to do, or more secure about who I am and what I'm doing. If I only had a heart! Then I'd be set. Bwaha.