i feel really weird about writing things lately. like, really strange and unjustified. i also seem to be worried about things and what i write and say. i always feel like i'm saying something wrong or bad or i don't have any sort of tact or whatever.

whatever. i don't really have much to say - which is sort of interesting and probably makes my decision to make delerium one-post-at-a-time again a mistake. i mean, that would be the case if i cared at all! hahaa ah/.,

i'll be driving up to seattle in a few days all by myself with a car full of things. my mom seems to think that i'll freeze to death somewhere along the way, but i think i might get killed by a murdering murderer instead.