I have a headache! I need to take out my contact lenses.

I'm PMS-ing and my mood swings are out of control and it's making being here unbearable and it's making me miserable and, jeez, I hope I'm better after I start bleeding vaginally. Delicious.

The boy and I are doing all right I guess. Anxiety is still killing me and I'm apprehensive about my return. I'm ridiculously insecure.

It's hot. I'm baking brownies at midnight. I'm getting enormous here.

I realized earlier today that my trip is six weeks long rather than five weeks long and then I died a bit on the inside.

I just got two more of my fake nails off! Yahoo. I'm trying to consciously stop my nail biting habit. The fake nails definitely didn't work. I just got another one off. Yay progress.

I'm getting really blank. We might go to Jaipur, Rajasthan. I'm looking forward to some change.



I'm blank.



I'm not seeing any improvement.

We miss you so hard. That is all.

Try and make fun out of your misery.

If I had a plane or a balloon, I would come get you.