And I miss you like the deserts mmiss the rain!

The worst thing about school breaks is the return to school. Your sleeping pattern is shot and you have to be up bright and early to head to class. Not only that but you have to actually pay attention. You beg all day for a nap and instead you get class. Class does not equal nap. This is what we were taught during nap time in pre-school.

The only thing that got you through then end of the semester was being in a school routine. This glorious break has shattered that routine as if it were your first love who replied, when you told them you loved them, "who are you and why do you smell like bacon grease?" Well, ten years too late, I am Whale Cancer and bacon is the only thing that makes the crying stop.

So here we go. A cold walk in the pre-dawn morning in order to begin another semester of hermittude and book learning. I miss thee, social life, like a crackhead misses their crack.

Basically, I will prostitute myself out in order get my social life out because it is the only way I feel normal. Hmm now that I put it that way, I guess I don't miss my social like like a crackhead misses their crack. Just like the deserts miss the rain.