One good thing about having to get up to pee all night long is that each time I'm on my way back in, I look up at the sky. I won't be able to see a sky like this one when I get back home. It's so, so dark, almost black, but still blue, so pretty, and thousands of stars. It's so interesting to look at really, I like to see the little clusters the best, and try to count how many are hanging out together. The light from those stars all combines and it makes this fuzzy bright patch in the sky. I haven't seen a single shooting star yet, and I'm surprised. I thought I'd get to be making all these wishes, but I haven't had a single one. One night, I had gotten drunk (on wine of course) because the Scottish kid Jaime had come over to eat my chicken soup. Pepper soup really, I messed up a little. Anyway, after he had gone home, I laid out in the yard and looked at the sky. The grass was wet and cold, but I had my hoodie on so I was cool. I was like, oh beautiful night, I'm being so poetic right now. But I was drunk. And laying down. So the sky kept rocking back and forth and all the stars were just blobs of light. Bobby (the dog) kept sniffing at me and trying to put his arms on me too, so that added to the distraction. Whatever, I just tell myself like I do for everything here that doesn't quite turn out right...I did that in the foothills of the Caucasus mountains. I've also stepped in cow manure barefoot except for pantyhose in the foothills of the Caucasus mountains, and I've gotten belligerently drunk and thrown a temper tantrum in the foothills of the Caucasus mountains, and I've sat in bed for countless hours surfing the web out of incurable boredom in the foothills of the Caucasus mountains. K I should go make coffee or wash my hair or something. I have a whole class today at a quarter to 2.