I wrote three posts late today. One was slightly funny about my fear of commitment when it comes to anything except romantic relationships and debt. The second was a very bitter post about an emotional outburst that's been waiting in the wings for weeks now, and was unexpectedly cued this evening. And the last was about "train wreck" sites, which serve to make the writers feel important because their life is unhappy and tend to bore/depress readers (which was where this site was heading). They're gone now. They weren't that interesting to begin with.

So I had my cry. I locked myself in my room with some cheese and crackers. Turned on Vivaldi. Wrote out all the things that have been bothering me recently. Deleted them. Finished up by organizing and filing all my bills, a task I haven't done since I moved in here in July. I feel better now. A long weekend away will give me and my troubles a break from one another, and we'll come back next week, ready to reconcile and see if we can't work out our differences.