Two AM and she calls me cause I'm still awake...

I've been listening to Anna Nalick's "Breathe (2 AM)" song often as of late. I don't like identifying with a song so strongly. If I feel like it describes me perfectly, it was probably written with such open-ended lyrics that 75% of its listeners feel the same way - a little like the horoscopes in the morning newspaper.

Nonetheless, if you look up these lyrics, you'll get an idea of how I'm feeling.

That's not to say that I'm feeling bad. On the contrary, I love being back. Carey's still staying with us, and the room is relaxed but fun. I have new sympathy for my old neighbors. Although I still think they were complete jerks, I can now understand what it's like to have a bunch of friends over and the music or TV turned up loud. I feel very settled and happy in here.

That said, I'm going home for the weekend to be there for a friend who needs me (making the opening lines of "Breathe" even more poignant). So... back to Elizabeth City for Kat, from Friday morning to Sunday night. I expect I'll have a good time, but even if I don't, this one isn't about me. I do feel horrible about missing a group of friends' birthday party and Carey's departure, but if I had to make the choice again I'd do the same thing.

More later. Tomorrow I (hopefully) find out if I got the job at the Dupont bookstore - wish me luck!