I just had a really nice heart-to-heart with Sean.  We talked about life, about our parents (ours being divorced or separated) and it was really nice.

I don’t think I’ve had that kind of talk with anyone here, not really.

I’ve also got enough nicotine in me now to keep me contemplating things for the next few hours, but it feels good.

I’m just… in a mood.  I need to study for my Late-Gothic exam tomorrow, but my roommate wants me to start decorating cupcakes for my birthday (in just over an hour) and I just want to stay out on that bench chain-smoking with Sean and revealing things I rarely say aloud.

It feels good, like the nicotine.