work = force * distance

My mom is going to come home tomorrow evening. I'll keep telling myself that. She's suppose to.. but something will probably happen to keep her there instead of here. It has been ten days. Ten days without warning before hand. Ten days of insanity. I'll try to remind myself that my mom coming home can't take my stress away, just help me deal.

I've been having this silly email conversation with some guy named Matt from Wyoming for a couple of days. It started one night when he wrote me about a webpage of mine he saw and I wrote back right away cause I was online. Then he wrote back and it's been going on like that. We just send short notes. It's cool.