Well, I guess it’s official now.
I feel so weird. Not good, not bad…just weird.
It’s funny how quickly the word spreads.
During the last few days, people stopped me on the stairs, professors approached me before class and one person even got down on his knees at the state legislature and begged me not to leave.
And what would compel people to do this? Because I decided that I need a break from the Sagebrush.
Who knew people cared about what I did with my time?
1: My legs are tired.
2: It’s because you’ve been running through my mind all day.
3: Someone, please write that down.
1: That reminds me, I need to take all the crotch shots of (2) off my phone.
Today, I am 20. I am supposedly embarking on the best years of my life by turning this age.
And where am I? The Sagebrush office.