I decided I should, at the very least, keep up with my daily thoughts as thoroughly and concisely as humanly possible, considering I haven’t written a lick of anything creative in weeks. I can’t find the patience to keep myself at a desk when there are screaming, drunken people roaming about the hallways here. Thankfully, I don’t have a roommate and thus I can even be up at this hour with no one to disturb. Today, my dorm building apparently caught fire while I was with Lenny. But upon returning to my room after the “fire” had long gone out, my belongings are completely unscathed (thank you, whoever decided to create some kind of divine intervention because literally every other aspect of my life has gone up in flames, save for my love life). As it turns out, some highly inebriated seniors on the sixth floor decided it would be a good idea to start a fire and then go about their merry way, which included throwing a fire extinguisher down the stairwell. Common sense apparently does not automatically associate itself with intelligence, as this is housing for a good amount of honors students. It really makes me wonder. Anyways, Lenae, Brendan, and Jake are making their way up here on Sunday, and I could not be happier for that considering my car is slowly deteriorating. It started making awful noises at me this evening. RIP my poor, lovely Walter. I need to start looking for another car. I think that since I am beyond delirious at this point, I should probably sleep. Goodnight, moon. I’ll write again tomorrow so that I don’t forget how. Maybe because I can write about my day, some kind of inspiration will come of it.