I'm not sharing my paints anymore. And I'm not lending my paintbrushes anymore. Oh, and when I find out who screwed with my craft scissors...

"People make my ass twitch."

So, aside from being unable to procure a job, being complelety inept at playing nice with other human beings, and catching something near to the plague I feel that I am doing a litte better.

It has been nice to come home from school and spend some time with my siblings. I had forgotten how good the air smells here. But, I know that I must leave and stop coming back. Because, I dream too much here. I dream of other places. When I'm at school, I do not dream as much.

I want to feel okay.

Back to the drawing board...that I lent to someone and got back in crappy shape. Arghh!