Hollow

I really don't like Thursdays. I mean usually the worst days of the week are over by Wednesday, but I don't know. Something about Thursdays this quarter make me want to drown myself in a pool of cinnamon. Isn't that disgusting? Anyway, the only good part about Thursdays is the fact that I have a random 40 minute gap and I get to do this:

I talk to H for 40 minutes and drink coffee in the parking structure while gazing at... green things. You know, there are certain people that if I don't talk to them for a day I feel like the world is ending or something has gone terribly wrong and then I feel miserable. I think I have this weird assumption that everyone is going to die. It's not because I'm dark and morbid in particular, but because X died so suddenly two years ago that I feel like whenever someone says they're going on a trip somewhere or if I don't talk to them in a while the first thing I think is "Omg they're dead." I know, I'm slightly psychotic.