The funeral is over, the people are gone. There’s nothing left for me to do but get my butt home because I have class in the morning. It’s amazing that in 12 hours, I’ll be packing for class and looking for my supplies, instead of being over 100 miles away. Maybe I’m thinking too much.

On the plus side, I finished my Glipizide, and I don’t intend on refilling it. Yay for me?