In a few minutes, I leave for the library with Mom. Then I come back and pack enough for two weeks, for I am leaving tomorrow for Connecticut and eventually New York, where I will be spending the Fourth of July and many days after that. Two days ago I was supposed to drive to South Portland and have a little reunion with my fellow MYLers at Flatbread, but then Mom got really mad and I decided not to go anymore. She said that I never follow through with plans, and that I always just screw everything up. It's hard. Because I try to secure plans as much as possible, and people just don't help at all. Basically, I had been trying to secure everything and get in contact with whoever I could for the SoPo trip. Seeing where I could stay, what time I needed to get there, etc. Mingo was supposed to call me back on Mom's cell at 1:00, but never did (instead she left a message on my cell around 3:45...), and that was the main reason Mom got pissed. Obviously I'm not going to tell Mingo that. Gah. I just decided mom was right and that my plans were too complicated so that she'd stop yelling at me. So I went and cried for a while. Then I went to Sam's. Spent the night. I stayed there last night too, by myself. Sam & Janet went to Waterville for a wedding. I stayed at their house with cats. I just didn't want to be home. I'm sad when I'm home. I'd rather be alone. And now Mom's trying to be all nice because she knows I did it again. Sometimes it just seems like a better reason to cry. Out: Gretchen