couldn’t sleep in the monk room. every item I own is in a box and my pajama bottoms are up in Darren’s dirty BK. so I slept on the couch in my clothes and jacket. sad, when you get to your parent’s house and this happens, I guess it’s just a sign of the times. supposedly Becca is in the greater DC area today. I really need to shower. mother Beattie doesn’t want me to get murdered in Brooklyn and I don’t either.