I spent today reading. Byron, Whitman, Maron. I read WL during lunch, and it felt so good to reject it. I feel like I'm in school again--full of purpose and hope.

What am I doing here? This is not the happiness I want. I want to go back and find Jennifer and spend the nights talking to her, reading to her, watching movies with her. I suppose there would be sex, too, but this is not a part of my vision. My heart cries out for her. I have ignored that cry too long.

Will I find happiness with her? If anywhere, then with Jennifer.