Okay. Fuck. I think this air mattress just destroyed my lower back. It kind of hurts to move right now.
This trip sucks. I love my nieces and nephews, I really do, but fuck kids. This has confirmed what I've always believed, that parenthood is not for me. I completely understand why parents and teachers drink. If I drank I'd be looking forward to getting really, really drunk.
I really miss having another adult to talk to.
One bit of good news though, my long lost box finally turned up. Granted, it's a good two months late, but hey, all of my stuff finally made the trip home. Glad my dad was there to recieve the delivery.
Did I mention fuck my back? Because holy fuck this hurts.
I'm sorry I never seem to have happy blogs. I'd love to have a blog full of good news, I really would. But at least I can promise not to kill myself for another few days. That would be a shitty thing to do in my brother's new apartment... sorry, I'm angry, tired, and in a lot of pain.
