And, unfortunately, I have but one vicodin left.

I'm saving it. I think I might have to deal with my mother again soon. *sighs*

If I had any idea where anything was around here, I would go out and get some coffee and fries. I am so in a coffee-and-fries mood, which is odd, 'cos I already ate a nice big bowl of salad and some Nerds candies this morning. You'd think my body would be healthier.

Then again, you'd also think that there would not be a collection of idiots honking their horns at 8-ish in the morning in the parking lot of Grr's apartment complex, and you'd be wrong there, too. *shakes her head* People who can't keep their paws off their horn button in residential areas at gawdaweful early hours of the morning should be shot. Or forced to have horns blasted at them whenever it is THEY sleep.

I had some very bizarre dreams. None of them were nightmares, which in and of itself is a bit odd, but they were strange enough that they almost pass as nightmares. I don't remember much of them, although I DO remember a long conversation with a flock of old women who all claimed to be the Goddess and for some reason I was sure ONE of them was lying but couldn't tell which one... I have no idea why only one of them would be lying, now, no. I also seem to recall dreaming something about being a wizard, or sorceress, or whatever the term is... lots of fire and red hair. *grins* Juliet, your books are corrupting my dreams.

Anyway. I am going to have to get back out to Gresham before class. Deborah has said that Tammy (a friend of ours who does massive Photoshopping now) will help with class but, and I quote, "we have to go get her from Salem". I am rather hoping she didn't mean that 'we' literally, because I don't know for sure WHEN I will get back other than that it will be in time for class, and if she waits for me to arrive before she starts driving to Salem, we're gonna be SO late... *sighs*

I have almost given up arguing with Mother Figures. Except Grr, who actually LISTENS when I argue. This might be because she accepts that I actually have a functional brain and that I might, just might, actually KNOW something about what is happening to me, not be waiting like a sheep for direction and guidance. Admittedly yes, I LIKE having helpful advice offered. But I also like to have it offered by people who are consciously aware of, and ok with, the fact that I CAN choose NOT to take their advice, and that sometimes their advice is WRONG. *shrugs*

Sorry, sore point right now. Don't ask me why, you'll be in for a LONG period of listening to me rant.

Anyway.

Drawing this to a close now, because I am sure my typing is loud enough to wake up small children and that would be BAD... and besides, I'm getting sleep again. Damn it. I don't WANT to be sleepy. I want to be healthy.

Oh, and I should go call the clinic.

*sighs again and pads off, yawning*