I'm tired. I'm sleepy. Most of all, I'm SICK of being sad. It's going to end TODAY. RIGHT NOW.

Seriously considering getting a tattoo. This has never occurred to me before but I guess when people are at a turning point or on a new level of determination they want something to mark the occasion with. I have no idea about the guy covered in dragons and phoenixes from the neck down, but I'm finally able to see why this is important to some people. Sometimes, it takes physical pain to ease, replace, or document an emotional one. Before you know it you have a dolphin jumping over your belly button.

I'm also determined to resume watching television, which I stopped abruptly when I was attacked for it, thus began the Crisis that's cost me sleep and some KGs (I guess that's good). But at a time like this, a girl does what she can to escape from reality before she's strong enough to return to it with greater force. My good old lovely friend Flat Screen.

Will also start cooking lessons and get TW driver's license. This Crisis is making me look myself straight in the eye and pick up the two things that have handicapped me in this home. I will self-feed and become mobile.

"Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all... tomorrow is another day."--Scarlett O'Hara.