one more week and then it’s back to the apartment. jessica wants to redecorate. i miss sitting out on the little balcony with my coffee, cigarettes, a book. i’m signing up for a bikram yoga class and trying to get a job at the education abroad program. i’m worried about this year, with quinn. i don’t know what his plans are anymore now that he’s not at ucsb. he’ll be living there, but, i don’t know. he’s so quiet sometimes. he’s gone this weekend and it’s hard for me to sleep without him.