So that 5.0 earthquake in Lennox threw me off for a bit, and I'm just trying to reassemble my thoughts.

The last time my sister graduated, I was seriously in love with S. While in the back of my head I suppose I always knew it wasn’t going to work, I had been doing a good job ignoring that particular fact. Naturally, when I got back to Chicago, everything went to hell, and I went into a patented downward spiral.

I am Alice in fucking Wonderland right now. It’s only a matter of time until the shit hits the fan and the Jabberwock comes chomping on my ass.

Here’s where the story ends.