I sleep in the middle of my futon. Before winter break I used to sleep on the sides, so that when two people slept on my futon, they wouldn't roll toward the sagging middle. But now it's too late.

I sleep until I can't sleep, and then I lie in the middle thinking about what I could have done better, and it seems like I could have done everything better. I can't tell who is a terrible person: Andy, Allie, Me.

Right now I hate us all.