|I never want to be 50.
||[Nov. 24th, 2007|07:44 pm]
Today was aweful, but good. Leah found 3 (maybe 4) places to look at tomorrow. Her friend from work is going to go with her. She is going to move as much of her stuff as she can into her storage unit. We went to see my oma before going to the airport. My aunt took one look at me and knew something was wrong. I bawled my eyes out at the airport and for at least 20 minutes in the car afterward. There is a party here tonight, but I do not want to see anyone. I am sitting in my room, because that is what I want to do. My father emailed me to ask about iPods and recording software. I really just don't want to be anywhere right now. I just don't want to be.|
The positive note is that my nameless (plush) cat now has a name: Henry Phillip.
"I miss my kitty cat."
"Where's your kitty cat?"
"I don't have it."
"That's right. She's gone to a better place now."