When life gets you down, just go ahead and die.

I disappeared for approximately twenty-four hours, and it felt really good. It felt like detox. The bad thing about it all is that I came back feeling guilty because there are people that I didn't even know I would be letting down by just not being around. I guess I will have to announce my next sabbatical.

Miss Whitney's car is a bit dodgy, and that tends to blow since we were planning on using it to drive to Boston today for a trip we've been planning for almost three weeks now. We can't take Jonathan's car because it sounds like a rocketship (the best description ever for a car with a faulty exhaust system), my car is in perfect working condition but isn't registered and therfore technically illegal to drive, and Stephen's car is a little on the large size and that's just not cool for city driving. I'm still not sure what it is we're going to do. It's really too bad when the things you do for recreation start to become a part of your stress.

My mom is going to show up here at about six45, fifteen minutes before I get out of work, so that I can show her how to figure out that fanangled Amazon wish list stuff. When I'm out of here, we're going Christmas shopping. Oh. Boy. I will try to stay positive about this. I will, I will, I will.