I'm exhausted by the time Ambrose drops me off back at my place, even though it's only 9:30. What a whirlwind day. At the beginning I thought I was destined to spend the next six months in hell with this man, and now I'm sad I won't see him for a week.
I lock myself into my apartment for the night and look down, remembering all of the clothes I have to unpack. I decide that it's a problem to deal with tomorrow, I have early morning classes tomorrow and in order to unpack everything I would need to get rid of a lot of my stuff. Perhaps I can carrel Poppy into helping me sort through my clothes, she will know a lot more than I will about what sort of things I could still wear out of my own clothes to go with this new life of mine.
I wash my face quickly and climb into bed after having got
