Timothy is gone for the week and I'm stuck in Clarion. I miss him already so I guess it's good that we're getting married. I start falling apart when he's not here. Since he's been gone I've managed to 1) get a kidney infection, 2) lock myself out of the apartment (more on that later), and 3) fall in a hole.
The apartment thing turned into something of an adventure. I ended up climbing out of my neighbor's window onto the roof of the building next door and then climbing in my window. Unfortunately, the window was pretty far above the roof and I had to throw myself in. I'm really bruised. Today someone asked me if I got hit by a car.
The falling in a hole thing isn't very interesting. They're doing construction outside of the bookstore and I wasn't watching where I was walking. The hole was only about a foot deep, so I didn't get hurt and thankfully, nobody was there to witness it.
My new classes started yesterday. I have storytelling this semester. I really wish I were good at it, but it's so out of my comfort zone. When we practice in class, I turn bright red and sweat. An audience of children in a public library would eat me alive. We talked about a fairly new programming trend in public libraries in class today. Librarians bring well-trained dogs to the library and each kid pairs up with a dog and reads to it. I'm not sure how educational that is, but I'm intrigued.
My parents are coming to Clarion on Thursday night to take me home to Williamsport until Timothy gets there on Saturday. Apparently, I can't be left alone for more than a few days, which is fine with me because I'm really lonely.
I've discovered something important. Timothy makes me fat. He's been gone 5 days and I've lost 4.5 pounds. | 
