So I managed to get out of the house, into Chapel Thrill, and onto the campus of UNC without much trouble. I even let Michael just about break his back picking me up and twirling me around in a hug. We spent Sunday evening in a large group that included the usual and expected crew of Michael, Jenny, Hannah, Will-yum, and myself, as well as Bert (who’d I met the last time I visited and who seems to be a very cool and laid-back guy, although I had fun watching him be snappish at one point), Jenny’s roommate, Shun (sp?) (another who I’d met earlier in the summer), an interestingly…

So I’m sitting in my room last night, grumpy as hell, right? More news is trickling in about Uncle R, and it’s not good. Aunts and cousins are getting to see him and are reporting back. My mother is not going. My father is trying to send me out to the bank after dark, knowing full well I can’t see well enough to safely navigate busy intersections. My appetite for food has gone with the wind, while my appetite for punishment, shown in a run on a day I needed to take off, was wide open. I chatted with Michael. I miss him and I love him but I missed…

So I have a deathly ill uncle in California. The doctors are telling folks that they need to get in their last visits pronto, and when my mother talked to him, she said he was very confused and faded in and out. She wants to visit him. I want her to visit him. It’d be awesome if one of my aunts could visit him, too, because the three of them were close. My father just bought a $500+ cell phone and service, leaving him dependent on that money I’d said I’d give them to pay for groceries. Deduct from that money the cost of my trip to move in (because…

… who continues to try to get me to buy and wear shirts with V-necks and other things to show of the… girls. Bad Mom. She also wants me to wear girl pants. Tight ones. I own the obligatory pair of tight pants. No more. So we went to Old Navy today, because many of the girls I hang out with swear by it for pants that fit “real” people. No offense to said ladies, but these are apparently women with more “normal” proportions. My legs are still larger than is proportional for my waist/butt, so what fits comfortably at the waist makes my legs feel like they’re locked in…

… all steeled for a grilling and series of questions and inquisitiveness. I felt bad for disappointing Rackrent by not probing. Hannah, Rackrent and I did Indian food for dinner, and I spent most of the ride to pick up Rackrent trying to jar myself out of my introspective mood. This included blasting Justin Timberlake and driving fast. About halfway to her house, I realized this simply wasn’t going to work, so I put on Tool, which I’d been listening to all day. I can’t do my recent level of questioning in a group setting. If I focus on one person, my attention is broken by the other chiming in…