I know, I know it's 9/11 (and speaking of which, will "9/11" still be "9/11" now that it's been a year or will it now be called "9/11/01"?) and there's a bigger perspective to everything and my tiny foibles aren't important today and my life is so much better than a lot of other people's right now, but.....

Friggin person at the place I've been waiting to hear back from has been gone all week. Here I am pretty much trying to keep from having a complete mental breakdown, half ready to call the movers to move home, unable to sleep and drinking heavily to deal with it all, and she's been out.

Won't be back til tomorrow.

Che va in culo a sua madre, non mi scazzare i coglioni, affanculo!