I think I took a break from exercise because I took a break from books. It was only fair. Except my body forgot what it was like to run and do push-ups and feel good again, so I am too pumped to sleep for my early morning job. My little upstairs bedroom is already summer-hot and I am wondering when that happened. It's nice to sleep with the windows open, except people are actually out late in Salt Lake. My neighbors chant and laugh and drink Fat Tire (how, I don't know) noisily out my window. I can see the Wells Fargo building out the same window, and it always reminds me of the time Nick tricked me into going and taking photos there for him. Salt Lake is good and nice, but I just wish I could replace Wells Fargo for the forest in my grandma's Michigan backyard. I still have dreams about that house and I am so happy to go back. I'm so happy to have family in town for my graduation so I can show them what life is like in not-so-dull Utah.

Enough rambling.
Sailor Jerry's and Dr. Pepper.
Goodnight Moon, goodnight Utah.