the itch in my legs is out of control and according to the fine search engine of Google.....it is stress that has manifested itself. apparently, room in my shoulders and neck is over capacity. movies are still my big excuse for not packing. am i too old to say "i want my mom"? i suppose my sister would be a bigger help as she has moved 15, give or take, times to my mother's none in the last 30 years. i really just don't want to be alone right now. i want the best friend i have rarely ever had and have no more to come over and unconditionally support me through this. drink with me....laugh with me....cry with me....and eventually slap me in the face and say "buck up little camper, no more of this crying shit" i guess i am my own best friend. i know i am ok.
it's just sometimes....when i am alone....i don't feel ok.
j-
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