but I don't get up.
our doorbell rings. I still don't get up. I don't answer the door in the dark, it's not safe. it rings again, and I hear my roommate open her door, and go answer it. seconds later my bedroom door opens... it's marc.
I think that's exactly what I said.
Turns out that after some conversations with his current roommate, situational analysis, and strong missing me, he decided that his time in atlanta has come to pass. he pawned some shit, packed some shit, and threw a lot of shit away, and drove 15 hours straight back to wichita. holy shit indeed!
so... yeah! I have marc now! WHOH!