Here in Malden I fall into the same patterns I exhibit when I go to my folks place in Maine*. I can't concentrate. I'm perpetually bored. I can't get comfortable enough to sleep. Worst of all, I eat way too much. The past few days have seen me paranoid, moody, distracted, and occasionally panicky. Panic is the best.
I feel like I'm cut off from everyone, almost as though my failure to connect with this place has somehow severed my connection from the rest of reality. Tonight, I'm just a ghost.
I really need some sleep.
*For those who don't know the story, my folks moved to a different house during my first semester at BC and didn't tell me. I showed up at the last house we had lived in only to find strangers at the door. My folks thought it was hysterical. It's never set well with me.
