It started off by finding out someone I vaguely knew has been murdered. It's becoming a quite common predicament for people in New Orleans to be in. So far there's been as many killings as there have been days in 2012. Obviously nothing else will be on par with that, but the rest is that then my b&b told me my room was booked so I'd have to either leave or change rooms (but none of the rooms had been cleaned yet so I'd be room-less for 2 hours). I stupidly took this as a sign that I should save my money and go to a cheap hostel. So I did, but it's dark and it's damp here and I hate the lack of privacy. Then I waited too long to get the theatre tickets I wanted and I realize I've barely eaten in 2 days and I write this, because I do not know what else to do. I feel really drained. For a while now the violence in New Orleans has upset me, but now it's hit home.
I'm so close to graduating, but I don't want to go back.
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