The family is picking up and moving across town...at least rumor has it. I'm still not sure I believe. The little sign was posted in the front yard the other day, so I'm moving upstairs until we move-move. This could be my oppertunity to get out, but I still don't think I'm ready. God, I'm 23 and I'm still not ready...ugh.

I have to do laundry.

Tonight, so far (after getting off work), I've made myself "breakfast." Tomatoes, scrambled eggs with cheese melted in, and sausage. I've watched Bread And Tulips which I LOVE. If you're a female or capable of being sentimental, you should rent this at your local blockbuster. Next is the Dirty Dancing 2 soundtrack and a nice long shower...then maybe some writing. Gah. It's good today. I've got my mind off everything. Tonight being alone in my house is not scary, tonight alone is novel.

I keep looking back at my blog and wondering if it's changed or been updated. I got a little confused for a second there.

I spent yesterday with my dad...mostly because I didn't want to hang out with anyone. I'm "all at sea" (to borrow a phrase). I'm down to two friends who I never see anymore and my family. I mean, there's probably a reason for it. I've just found myself hiding more and more these days. I've come to this point where I'd rather ball up in a corner with my blanky and my tv than meet anyone new and spend the time to care. I've somehow found a way to crawl back into myself.

I think it's this whole waiting thing. It's driving me nuts.