Feeling quite down and out. After last night's fall out with Sam, I'm just not mentally up to the task of .. being nice.

Most of my socializing during the week takes place during Public Speaking class. For two hours, I can be as loud and obnoxious as I want.

Michael explained global warming to me with gerbils.

My grandma is walking around the house with her oxygen tube thing dragging behind her. What she doesn't know is that the tube has wrapped around various things on the floor and everythis is being dragged behind her. What she doesn't know is that the cat was playing and bit a hole in the tube. What she doesn't know is that, more than anything, we wish she was dead.

Maybe that's a bit extreme.

Michael and Frank waited outside with me for almost thirty minutes after class. Grandma was late picking me up because she was too busy cleaning the house. Jenelle's coming tonight. Of course, I'm dreading it. Of course, all of us are dreading it. Thank God Chad works all night. Thank God I have class in the morning. And, thank God more attention is being paid to her visit than to the frozen mice I plan on hiding in tonight's "dinner."

Stress eating? Check. Self-injury? Check. Touble sleeping? Check. Teenager? Check.

Once I do my Calculus homework, things will be fine.