After I checked out of the hotel this morning, I spent several hours at the bookstore—my favorite pastime, which I’ve missed sorely since I’ve been here. I wish I could have stayed there for hours longer, but by three o’clock, I came to grips with the fact that I couldn’t stall any longer and needed to leave civilization and return to my lonely peninsula. I stopped by Olive Garden and treated myself to a soda, salad, breadsticks, and zeppoli, and then I drove the hour and a half back to my apartment.
I spent the evening unpacking, listening to music, starting two movies but turning both off, flipping through my GRE Literature in English Subject Test study book to discern what horrors await me, and finally resorting to cleaning.
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