Well it didn't work quite like I thought it would

[	mood	|	slightly discombobulated	]
[	music	|	Take Me Home-Phil Collins(no pun intended)	]

I had hoped for that picture to not have black entry bars blocking it, but I'm an OD html genius not an LJer. God this is going to take a while to get used to. I'm at Alison's right now, I don't really know why. All I do is mess about on the computer as she reads Harry Potter. All I want is for this to be over, for me to be home, for life not to be so difficult.

I cut myself really badly today while shaving, and for some reason it set me off. All of a sudden I was sprawled in the tub sobbing, as I watched the blood wash down the drain. I've been doing so much writing lately, but I recently discovered Chapter Four REALLY needs to be redone. Like painfully so. I don't want to, but when you discover the phrase "white bitches plastered to his legs" rather than "white britches plastered to his legs" you know you have a very LARGE problem.

I know I've spent a lot of time complaining. It hasn't been all that terrible. Just difficult.

to whom it may concern . . .bizarre dreams keep coming.