Rob was asked to forcably resign today, the day before I have to suffer through an all-hours overnight haul-ass to Philly, to be with my awkward, unhappy, generally miserable and misery-inducing family. My hormones are shot, my mood is impossible and I've felt nauseaous from the pit of my stomach in excess of seven hours now. I want to be HERE. I don't want to go to THEM. I want to solidify this, rectify this, make it all fucking better. I can't. I can't do a damned thing. I'd sell a kidney to science to get this all settled and all right.

I hate it here. And I hate it home. If I weren't nauseaous I'd eat my feelings right now.