Today, I am twenty-three years, six months and one day old.
This website is approximately five years and one week old, and, apparently, if you change email addresses and close bank accounts and never tell the people who host your website about these things, they stop putting your website on the web. But that situation has now been remedied. I apologize for the weekend blackout.
Yes, five years of strange rantings and garbled parenthetical run-on sentences of my life are housed here, although, let's be honest, I haven't been keeping up with the updates for almost four of those years.
I had another missing-the-bus dream again last night (though this is the first one I woke up remembering since I last wrote about it on here; don't worry, I haven't had a whole month of anxious dreams) but in this dream, I somehow knew I was going to be late and had already told my mother she’d have to drive me to school. As we were getting in the car, I watched my bus drive away.
I don’t know if that signifies progress or not. On the one hand, I was not so anxious about missing the bus. I just accepted that I would not be able to get dressed in time (in my dreams, I take hours to get dressed for reasons I cannot understand), came up with an alternate plan and went with it. Very mature of me. But on the other hand, here I am, twenty-three years, six months and one day old and my backup plan involves having my mother drive me to school.
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