Walking from my dorm to Blockbuster Video, I paused in front of the small Catholic church/student center. Should I become a nun? My great-aunt was a nun and she seemed to be doing alright. Clearly I was unlovable, so why not? Because I was taking a film class, I went to Blockbuster a lot, so this internal conversation happened a few times a week.

Even if I hadn’t slept much before that, I slept okay. I could sleep on pretty much any surface, and remain undisturbed by noise and light. But after a few months of him, of this, the slightest noise would wake me. Falling asleep became much harder: always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was worse to his next girlfriend and I don’t know where he is now. Stumbling through a hazy half-awake twilight, I hope.