Junkyard 2 week 2

Parking at the university before eight in the morning mirrors the inside of a choose your own adventure book, where nothing is off limits and no one watches a terrible parking job. 

It's still dark when my roommate starts rustling around in the bathroom, a not so silent remind that we're going to the gym. I almost wash my face with toothpaste but realize it right around the time Facebook sends the birthday reminder email.