one of the best things about living with boys is that they don't mind coming into your room late at night to kill the spiders on your ceiling.

i have a large glass of sauvignon blanc and over 200 captcha codes to keep me entertained. i wonder if this will be typical of all of my thursday evenings from here on out?

this whole thing is still so weird. i think it's a matter of compartmentalizing and letting everything sort itself out.

tomorrow i'm getting lunch with a favorite. it's always the little things that keep you afloat.