Sick, sick, sick.

The last time I had a cold like this my car was totalled by a drunk driver and I got pink eye in both eyes. Let's hope that those things don't happen again, because I just changed the oil on my newish car and I don't have any more lactating friends to heal my eyes the "natural" way.

I still miss living with my friends. Why does everyone have to live so far away?

Oh God. My mother is on the MeanSpace. Nothing is safe anymore.

Special thanks to Bob and Lita for letting me have a sleepover/trial kitty stay at their house.

World-traveling countdown is now at one month and ten days.

Next week I appear in court to testify against the rude man who crashed my car.

Some unfortunate things

-I have moved in with my parents.
-My parents are under the impression that I am still the nineteen-year-old Bible college student that lived with them before.
-When I moved out five years ago my bedroom was given to my brother. Since he is still in Iraq, I am allowed to sleep in his room until I leave for the trip.
-The day of the move coincided with my last day with the babies and the first day of my menstruation. I cried about twenty times.
-Still no home for Kona. Mom wants to keep her, but because of our only cat growing up, my parents are convinced that she'll urinate all over the house. I have to call the Humane Society tomorrow.
-Melissa and I spent about nine hours cleaning the old house today. We filled a trailer with trash from all over, including random half-rotten food from the kitchen.
-First thing in the morning I have to drive all of the crap to the dump. I am never buying anything again.
-I just want to go dancing. But not now. Now I am far too exhausted.