sicpowered

i am now the proud owner of transport across and out of California. Plane tix, and a combo of a profound sense of relief and utter defeat. To sum up, i'm a little shaken. And on top of that, one of my psychologically horrible dream sets, and a visit from the ex, i'm feelin right as fucking black rain. on the good side, George the cat (King Destructor, lord of all things and title holder of whiniest cat ever) is keeping me company now. i feel like driving, but nowhere to go, but maybe get coffee, I still must attend to my room, and all the detritus of my emotional collapse/life. At some point i'm just going to start throwing things into the trash. It's all just past to me now.


proof positive that even stoic emotionally bound me looses it every once in a long while