… this senioritis is worse than my high school case of it. More or less because what’s waiting — the ability to write and chase more actively after my childhood dream — is that much closer. That, and Europe. 61 days to graduation; 64 to Europe.

Saying I’ll be better with my procrastination starting tomorrow is, I realized, a Catch-22.

One day I’ll read that book and not simply use that phrase because its meaning is putatively perfect.