I was getting really grouchy because I never get anything that I want to do. But a cry on the way home and a semi-decent night's sleep has...... cured?.... me.

I still can't finish that goddamn dog drawing. Fuck. Just can't.

Randall's birthday was lovely. We slept a lot and ate a lot of good food. What more can you ask for. Although I realized I kinda forgot how to "relax" - I was uptight all day.

All I want to do is get my house finished and finish this revamping/move in process once and for all.




I've got a lot in my life and I'm really happy. It's hard to remember, but it's still true.

The kids I'm babysitting don't know who Michael Jackson or Britney Spears is. Weird.