The writing group seems to finally be able to get their s**t together, especially now that we’re starting to work together with the other groups. It’s surprising to see what a little interest from a couple of guys from the other groups has on them. I might have found it funny if it wasn’t annoying. I’ve been trying to get them to do work for almost two weeks now, and they’ve yet to show any real writing for it apart from what we do during our group sessions. But with the prospect of interest from the guys, suddenly they seem interested in the project.
I sit at the big table. Opposite me is B, and the rest of the class is also here. B’s eyes are different today—he seems tired, more exhausted than when I saw him yesterday.
I was surprised to see him, to suddenly run into him in the city. I
