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My brand new MacBook.

I adore it.

Lydia is home from Haiti safely which is a huge blessing.

I am very close to strangling my psychiatrist for being so full of shit.

You don't prescribe someone a $450 prescription and then have them stop taking it and replace it with another just a week later.

I should bronze those last 20 pills... That's $300 that only the lovely people that produce Abilify will ever see again. I digested the other $150 in teeny tiny pills.

Too bad they don't even have street value (just kidding, promise).

I am increasingly worried about my grandfather.

I think that a large part of it is that all of my cousins are worrying, too.

I'm angry at cancer and illness in general.

I have been knitting scarves for some organization Lydia's mom found to keep myself from crying.

Originally, it was to keep me busy while I couldn't leave the house, because I had swine flu - now it's just to keep a blank face on.

Blank is better than tear-streaked.

I think I've made eight or nine scarves in the past week and a half or so.

I even got Stephen to attempt to knit.

It was so cute.

He was so frustrated and funny, but just so determined to try to learn how to knit.

I think he just enjoyed the fact that it was something that actually made me laugh.

I love him.

I miss writing... Actual pen-to-paper writing.

I've tried a few times lately and I just wasn't feelin' it.

It's very nice to be able to write on here from the comfort of my squishy bed instead of using the kitchen computer.

For once, I can honestly say that I cannot wait to be back in Illinois.

It feels very very strange to admit that, but it's true.

I just have to keep telling myself that spending my 21st birthday with all of my friends will make this stay out here worth it.

Random post for random thoughts, as usual.

And the most important thing to take away from this random post is that my psychiatrist can SUCK IT. =]