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(Warning, some mild profanity born of shock ahead)

Man, I didn't expect it, but I'm gonna miss working at Dominican! (I know!)

Seriously, though, I was running errands all day today (thanks for covering the Box, Kim; I owe you cookies or something), and everywhere I went on campus, I saw people I knew, and chatted with everyone. (Everyone's a lot less stressed over Spring Break. Heh.) A Sister stopped me and asked about Bering Strait tickets, and even Ange Rita was talking to me in a civilized fashion. We were almost bonding, in fact. People actually know me now.

When did I find my niche here? It can't have been too long ago. I just got comfortable, and I'll be leaving in less than three months. Crap!

And I have good friends up here! Meghan, Ali, Kim, Scully, Merrit, the ladies who work the Priory Desk, Keith Fowler (yeah, yeah, but he's nice enough), almost everyone at Aramark, all the guys I play pool with...

I mean... shit. I'm leaving just when things are getting comfortable and normal. If it weren't for a couple people makin' life difficult over in the Theatre Dept., internal politics and whatnot, I'd just STAY. Probably. I could move in with Ali into a KICK ASS apartment, and things would be swell.

Ehhhhh.... I hate change. But I'll deal.

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I'm sitting at work, bored out of my skull. I'm supposed to be cleaning up for the accreditation people who are coming on Monday, but I'm completely not motivated to do anything. Besides, the crap I have to move downstairs? That'll take maybe half an hour, and I've got two and a half hours before the end of the day. So... meh.