so, as I sit here on the floor of the Shattuck Plaza hotel lobby (which echoes of a glory age long ago past), a cold wind blows into the door with every passing car, and I am cold.
Two weeks until school starts and I have still not secured a place to live. It's funny, deep down inside of myself I am alarmed at this, but I'm starting to feel pretty apathetic.
a Frenchman has closed the door, and the breeze no longer blows inside the lobby.
tomorrow brings me three more potential places to live, and then a long drive home.
well, maybe it will be three different places that will take down my number and call me later.
I don't want to make any decisions tomorrow.
I just need to choose something. I'm at the point where the choosing needs to eclipse the choice.
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