Had a nice dream about getting a cool job and unfortunately it ended up taking a turn for the worse. I'm starting to think I'm just going to be psychologically screwed up with men for the rest of my life. Sigh.

In other news, things have been quiet for a few days-- none of us are complaining. My mom spent the weekend in Arkansas, and after Cazel came over I spent most of the weekend sewing a doll and watching movies with Calvin. Tonight was a neighborhood party that everyone put together for us, to show their support and help out a bit with our financial issues. So I had a nice time and I'm sure everyone feels a little less alone.

As far as I know we're only going to the ceremony part of the wedding, which I'm incredibly bummed about. I would just go by myself but... that'd be me, by myself, at a wedding, which is kind of lame. I'm really hoping the parents change their mind; it wouldn't kill us to have a little fun after all the shit we've gone through.

In the waiting unfortunately my wanderlust and need for excitement has returned. Alas, I'm not going to be swept off my feet into adventure any time soon.

Feet feel like they're in quicksand.