i just returned to victoria, literally just. i took the airporter to save 40 dollars but i had to haul all my clothes and books about twenty blocks, the short blocks not the north south ones. a 19 year old army reserve offered to walk me home when i started to freak out at the airporter driver who promised one destination and delivered another. the reserve boy was terribly boy scout, he is actually a boyscout leader. it was interesting and weird and i was super relived he didn't mug/rape/kill me although i was 99.999% sure he wouldn't.

n-tuple updated. i love his diary. it's like his life is some amazing novel that you wish you could live out but there he is, in reality, living it out. it's really amazing.

tigger died today. i saw her last night and she looked fine. i feel terrible. if anyone sees christina give her a hug because i'm sure she'll need one.

it's midnight and i live in a scetchy area of town but i'm going for a walk now. i need to get ride of all this anxiety from coming back.