Wait, what?

Me: "Do you have any stamps?"
Mom: "You're very high-maintenance, aren't you?"


My 12:05pm flight home tomorrow CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH.

Still around. Sort of.

In the past couple weeks I've had a meltdown, been put on medication, started another journal about it, been pushed out of my job, and now I'm packing for an ill-timed trip to Arizona tomorrow morning, where I will be visiting my mother till Sunday. There'll be more information here soon, as I expect to have a lot of time on my hands.