THE NEXT MONTH flies by with my new routine. During the week, I attend my lectures and write my reviews. On Tuesdays at around eleven, when the air has a sort of cool tranquil feeling to it that I like the most, I head to the Piggly Wiggly in the old shopping center. Every time I go, I pass the same group of old women parked in the same parking spot they always inhabit, going on and on about this rumor and that.
During the tranquil hours of my week, I wrap a comforter around my shoulders, plant myself in front of my TV and binge my favorite shows. I rarely have time for those kinds of comforts between keeping up with all of my assignments in both college and my workload for my website but I enjoy these moments when I have them.
My weekends are filled with Sinclair these days, which is s
