WAG - And Then there was One…
My roommate Tyler has left the building.
More than one friend has commented that the room now “looks bigger” somehow, though I am going nuts enough try get over the fact I lost both the phone and the refrigerator.
That means, no more last minute phone calls or cartons of milk in the morning.
Of course, this is all warm-up for missing all the perks of college (broadband internet, more peers to hang out with, self-set curfew, etc).
In another 24 hours, I’ll be out of Columbia, though not in Sullivan. I’ll be camping this weekend. Quality time with my own bed and the family cat will have to wait.
After answering the call of the Missourian and the Final, I must heed the call of the wild before hitting Sullivan.
But until then, I have the room to myself in a dorm where the population is thinning out quicker than in any Agatha Christie mystery I’ve read.
If the murderer comes to kill me while I’m eating my dry, milk-less cereal, I’ll have no way to call for help – but that’s a chance I’m willing to take… but only for one more night.
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