My mother the writer

My mother sent me such a long text message early this morning. I woke up and read it immediately, then I thought: Wow. My mother should write a book. Or a blog. Or start a blog then write the book.

She really should. Even if it's called "Letters to My Daughter" or something! I will not rest until I convince her to do it! Or have her write it, but I post it for her (considering she is not too tech literate).

This needs to happen.

Go, Mom, go!!!

Anyway, drinking coffee at my desk, door shut - my poor kitty begging to run around the apartment, but...I can not. I can't risk a cat running amuck in an apartment where no pets are allowed, but new roommates are.

No one has moved in yet. That I can hear. Soon, I will venture out to grab more coffee - maybe I should put the coffee pot in my room, too? (haha)

Here's hoping for the best...

I need a change in scenery.

I feel sick. And I don't even know why.

I have all of these thoughts in my head that I feel need to be written down, but when I think of writing them down I feel overwhelmed. I've been feeling that a lot lately. Overwhelmed. I don't DO anything. I shouldn't feel so. But I do.

The something I was thinking of writing tonight, condensed:

I want so badly to just pack up my things, and leave. Leave this city, this state, these people - without as much as a note. Not because I hate these people or this state (the city, yes), but...well, just because. I feel like that's what I need. Maybe. I even think of leaving Punk.

I feel like I've just said the most horrible thing ever, but it's true. He doesn't deserve to be trapped in a hot car with some crazy lady for god-knows-how-long.

Yeah, well.

I'm a coward. A coward with no assets.

There goes that plan.

9. a photo of your family

(Left to Right) Mom (note the "motherly expression"), Rob, Brent, Me.

This picture is like...six years old?

But this is the most recent family photo I have.

Now, let's find the camera man...

This will do. Dad and Mom. Incredibly cute.

And last, but not least...

Punk. Cutest kitty ever. My boy. <3

7. a photo of someone you love

This is Punk. He's the best cat in the world!

And he plays Magic. - I love you, Punk cat!