Psst...

I didn't die. No meteors landed on my lap en route, I made it here to good ol' upstate NY just fine.

Went to the wedding yesterday, which was... a wedding. Now I'm at me Mum's avoiding the endless heap o' boxes staring at me. I've already gone through two... which has taken me... five hours? Yeah, five hours. Good grief. I just get too caught up with reading my report cards from high school and looking through old issues of Us (when it was still in its "respectable" non-weekly format).

Found terrifying pictures of my Senior prom, when my hair was loooong, like to my shoulders, with this awful Carol Brady flip thing happening. God.

Anyway, I am alive. It is 11:30pm. I am being eaten alive by some indoor mosquito.

That is all.