I'm sitting in the study lounge at 11pm next to Christie, who honestly, has become my best friend this semester. "I'm miss you. We've become attached at the hip," she once said to me. Danielle and Gaby are on the other couch, and Carl is at the table writing music. I like this, this whole hanging out like we're all friends again thing. I've missed Danielle so much. But even now, after having rudely dispatched himself from our presence and gone to bed, the faint odor of Gunnar still lingers. Danielle is too tired to bring anything positive to any portion of our conversations. "No, I don't want to try knitting." "All I want to do is eat chocolate." Okay, I feel her on that last one. But her lack of motivation makes me sad.

Gaby just proclaimed that it's 11:11. I know that everyone in this room is wishing about Gunnar. But only one of us is wishing that he'd come back downstairs.

I can't write about this anymore. I need to stop thinking about it.