The Station
School ended yesterday. Got a week off, finally, though first there was the usual eight hours of slogging through classes—only French was worth sitting through. There’s talk about Prague coming up, and the logic seems to be that if I’m already having this much fun just being around people at school, an actual trip would be even better. We’ll see if that holds up when it actually happens.
Spent the afternoon at the train station with Mille, just standing around waiting for this girl he’d met online. She never showed up. He got bored and left with some coworker instead. So I ended up spending the evening with Ana instead, working out details for her to write a regular column here. Should be decent.
Later we went to September, this place we go to, and ran into Sarah with a couple of her friends and some little dog. They talked nonstop the whole time, just endless noise about nothing, the kind of people you watch and think about what they’re doing when nobody’s around. Or maybe that’s just me thinking.
Things with Becca have gotten pretty rough lately anyway.