Breathe.

     I just saw a mouse in the kitchen. I FREAKED OUT, screamed (almost dropping the glass I had in my hand in the process) and ran right back down to the basement. I then went downstairs and, upon looking at one of my accounts, found out I got a credit increase. Oh goodie. Mom is getting a nice gift this year -- if she can stop going to the BAR all the time!

    Sorry about the lack of updates, yet again. There really hasn't been much to write about. It's mouse season and we live near a field, so I'm constantly afraid of seeing ANOTHER one of those little critters, so I've been in the basement, which has proven to be the only place that's immune (knock on wood). My books have been purchased, my bags are packed, and really, I'm just ready to go HOME.

    I don't know if that's a good thing to say or not, but I don't feel like this building with my family in it is my home anymore. I don't have a room, I've been told I don't live here anymore (my my Mom), and I've basically been thrown out on my ass for "leaving the family". Hey, it doesn't make sense to me, either...I stopped trying to make sense of it years ago.

     On Thursday, Chris and I will be visiting the high school together, and I guarantee that we will have stories. I haven't seen Chris in almost a year...I miss him so much.