A few issues. My 10 day shit didn't work. After the second day I feel like my walls are talking to me. On the third day I called and begged my friend to go out with me, just for coffee al-fresco. Rather boring but better than being cooped up at home.

My man finds it insulting that I should be writing about death and such on my blog. I guess he believes that I should be happy because he's around. Fat chance. Melancholy went shopping for an apartment one day and found a home in me. I think we signed a 50 year contract but I can't be sure.

The folks and the sister Cher are coming home today!! Time to celebrate. I must make a note here and tell the whole wide world that there is no better smoking buddy than my sister Cher. She's funny. Sadistically funny. Sarcastically funny. The level of energy is just right. Atleast you know she'll never fall asleep.

*sigh*

***Note to self: Take a step back, you're right at the edge, at the risk of falling back into sanity.