I’m headed home to Maine early tomorrow to deal with my father. I’m missing the DST training for ARC and quite disappointed about that, but not upset. I’m somewhat fearful of not knowing which action is going to spark the violent reaction I expect to be inevitable. Blah.

I came home to a bit of a Dear John from L. I haven’t even read it. At least Z’s email was brief and concise. Ah, fine.

I need to occupy myself for the next three hours until the bus comes. Reading about wet brain syndrome and medical incompetence sounds fun.

Canada was awesome though. So whatever, world, fuck you.