It's official, I'm broken. I'm sick, bloated, tired, and nobody loves me. Never let it be said that I'm not dramatic... My burgeoning madness has taken to revealing itself while I'm asleep, in the forms of talking, tossing, and turning. According to Michelle, there are entire conversations going on while I'm fast asleep, blissfully unaware of my chatter. Sorry if I'm any more unpleasant than usual...I just think I'm in a funk.

Vegas, huh? Do you even remember making that phone call? I WILL call you, when I'm ready. And I know how patient you are.

For whatever reason (blame it on the moon), I had this really strong "I want my mommy!" feeling last night, to the point of some kind of breakdown. But I haven't yet, and why start now? I'm great, everything's fine, life is good.

I'm over it. Forget I said anything.