Tonight is Skip's last here. I'll miss him tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and so forth. I miss Hans, beautiful Hans. We haven't really talked in a couple days, but I suppose that's the way life is. I keep missing Emiko's phone calls, and for some reason I haven't called her back yet. I'm doing a damn good job of tiring myself out. School starts next week, four days a week, 14 hours. On top of that, work will begin again the week after school starts. I have a headache the size of Montana. I'm going to sleep now, to dream of emptiness.