Finally took my mefloquine today. Gheezeus am I trying to get malaria?!?
I'm less sick than when I first started my trip though. I seriously thought I was dying.
I had to tell God that my mom couldn't handle that right now and if he could just hold off for a bit. He either listened or it was never in the plans.
I'm hoping for a mixture.
Dad was cool. Totally in goof state, but cool. A little less enthused than I had hoped, but mom was kind of the same.
It was late though when mom was informed as I decided to venture to Target for pre-departure packing.
Mistake. I ended up nearly in tears and sat on the floor while also reorganizing the shelves due to lack of sleep which then resulted in high levels of indecision.
I'm a mess.
Attic searching and then packing.
Picked up a friends computer today. That freaks me out a little. I hate responsibility.
I'm not sure I'm ever gonna be ready for it. I'm pretty sure that's where my immaturity blooms from.
It's decided. I never want to grow up.
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