It’s times like this when I’m thankful for the 3 hour time difference between New York and California.

It’s good to know I have so many friends that I can send frantic blast texts to about having mice in my room, in my backpack, at 2:30AM here and have it not be at such an inconvenient time for them.

(And since we’re all such diligent college students, it totally means they’re studying if they’re up, right?)

Also, J offered to talk me to sleep. Haha. I have the best friends ever.