Ugh my head is stuffy and I am congested like yuck. I feel the most appropriate physical expression of my disposition right now is: sigh. My parents are up, not for much longer, but they're up. Did I forget to mention how I had forgotten why I wanted to move away? Drinking is horrible. Getting old is horrible. And I'm terrified that the culmination of all these things that I dislike about my parents, about most adults that I know, is a direct result of them having children. Having friends, having... read more
