#I'm sad it's done but I am glad I chose buy so much of it as physical media

[tin-wufborf]

So, I finally finished the rest of Killing Stalking last (finally broke down and bought the last few chapters from Lezhin instead of waiting for the Deluxe Edition to be released in December because I am impatient), and I absolutely loved it. It took me a while to finish just because murder is a little touchy for my right now, but I am so glad I decided to just read the rest.

I think the ending felt a little tiny bit rushed in comparison to how long it took us to get there, and I definitely would have preferred if everyone lived and did murder (but I have fanfic for that so it's okay), but that's not to say that the ending Koogi gave us was at all bad. Quite the opposite, actually. I think the ending as it is makes a more realistic kind of sense. Regardless of whether you agree that Sangwoo cared for Yoonbum or not, something about Bum most certainly got closer to Sangwoo's heart than anything else had since his parents died, and it caused him to fucking UNRAVEL. I loved seeing Sangwoo's further descent into madness and seeing how both Sangwoo and Yoonbum were just too mentally unwell to be able to see that the other was being honest with them in some way at the end.

It was all so horribly dark and depressing, and it was fan-fucking-tastic. Ten out of ten, would recommend. If you have not read Killing Stalking but have been curious, I say go for it so long as you can handle very dark themes and no fluff at all. This is not a happy story, so please don't go into expecting things to get cute at any point. They don't, and the series is exceptional for it.

[pbandjesse]

I am sitting here listening to our neighbor Nick tell James about how he got car jacked the other night. He's still really scared obviously and is recovering. It's so scary. It shouldn't have happened. There were people around! Nick is such a sweet guy. I'm glad he's able to talk about it with James. I am in the other room. I don't want to interrupt.

I think emotionally I'm a little fragile today too. But for different reasons. Obviously. I was not robbed at gunpoint. But it was a weird day.

I slept really well all things considered. The wind was really strong last night.

I paused writing this because I was invited into the living room. So I got to hear the rest of the story and then just enjoyed talking to Nick. He's a sweet guy. And good news he got his car and laptop and clothes back! The police found them! That's amazing. I'm glad he is more whole and is healing emotionally. He said that night he felt invincible but the next day he became terrified. Understandable!!

Back to my day though. I woke up at 5 when James did and went to use the bathroom before falling back asleep until 8. I stayed in bed for a bit. Before I got up to get ready for my workshop.

I got dressed. Had to change and put another tank top on because I was chilly. But I felt cute and good.

I was going to walk to the armory but it was really windy out. I chose to walk. So I had a little time to make a bagel and eat before I headed out.

I would grab my art tote bag, it's a leather tote that is comically large and I use for all my workshops because it is almost a Mary Poppins bag, it holds so much. And drove over there. It, of course, did not take very long so I beat Jessica by a bit.

I parked and checked in with security. Waited in the lobby under she got there. We went to find scissors and pencils and then headed upstairs.

We got everything set up. The other women with the youth program came. And we waited. And waited. And then we checked in with the family's that showed up. And no one was coming. 4 of the girls were sisters and are sick, and the other two's dad is deploying next week so they wanted to spend it with him. Understandable. But I was sad a little. Like it almost felt like. Why no one like me enough to come. But I know that's not real.

The other ladies we nice to talk to though. We talked about homes and the housing market. And travel. And roommates. Lots of laughs. I worked on an example piece and invited them to make one to buy crafts aren't their thing. That's alright. They said I would still get paid for the day. So that's nice. But we are talking about possibly having a makeup day. We'll see I suppose.

We cleaned up around 11. And I drove home. I had talked to Callie about getting together at 1230 so I had some time to waste. That's all good.

I got back here and was proud of parallel parking. And brought my materials inside. And decided I would start working on my closet tidying.

I took everything out and started sorting my tiny suitcases. Got rid of some stuff. Decided to move all shirts into my one wooden box and all my bottoms and dresses into my green storage trunk. I was really happy with the refresh. I still need to deal with the studio closet. Because that's always a crap catcher. But it's not as bad as it has been before. Mostly it just has all our couch cushions. No where better to put them right now. I have some ideas but that's a tomorrow problem.

I left here at noon. And headed to have lunch with Callie. I wanted to stop at joann's to grab a small embroidery hoop. And so I let her know I would be there after that.

But then we both got stuck in traffic. And when I finally got to joann's the line was very long and I had trouble finding the hoop size I needed. I did find one and then the line didn't move for 10 minutes. Someone was buying a ton of patterns and it was just really slow going. But once they were done the line went fast and I headed to five guys.

Callie beat me by a couple minutes. But it was all good. It was so nice to see her.

We had our little lunch and take about life and camp and her school and my workshops. And it was just really fun. She is always great to talk to and spend time with.

She asked if we could go walk around the savers. She was looking for frames. And it was a good test for me, with the no buy stuff. I know I got the embroidery hoop but that was for a specific thing and I had a gift card so it is okay. I really did just enjoy looking around and laughing at stuff with her. It was good practice to not just buy anything that I thought was cute.

We said goodbye in the parking lot. And then she had to pull me out of the way when a car didn't look and almost backed into me??? Why are drivers so bad!!!! She apologized for grabbing me but that was okay!! She saved me!

We said goodbye for real. And I decided to go look around the goodwill down the street before I went home. I didn't see as many cute things but I had fun still.

I got home quick. No traffic at all. And when I got home I played with Sweetp for a bit before I got back I to my clothes folding.

I put everything away. Including into my drawers under the bed that aren't easy to get to. Everything needs to be folded better but it's fine. I ran out of steam for that. But the closet is done and I'm very happy.

I rested in bed for a bit. And waited for James to come home. They had to stop a few places. Got their piercings checked and their bike looked at. The bike shop was able to replace their pedals. So that was nice. And they got home safely.

We chilled in bed together. And eventually I started working on my embroidery project. Technically the count down to my birthday starts tomorrow but because I'm working and then we're going to Philly so just in case I wanted to get that started tonight. I am doing 32 days of embroidery on my coat. And I'm excited to see how it comes together!!

We had pizza in bed. Which hoenslty I didn't love. Eating today was a little to carby. But it's fine.

And then Nick came over. And it was nice hanging out for a bit. He was very sweet with Sweetp. And that was cute. But he has left now. And me and James are getting ready for bed.

Tomorrow we have a cannery group! Strange for the weekend! But it'll be good. And then me and James are supposed to go to Philly to see some friends. A quick turn around. I hope it's fun.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourselves. And take care of each other. Goodnight my friends!!

[one-abuse-survivor]

Tired is when you're sick of life, or feel weighed down by the stuff around you. Sleepy is when you want to go to bed. That's how me and my friend do it, anyhow. At this point, I'm fucking exhausted to the point where I feel too tired to let it out but im gonna anyways. There's bits in here that I can't tell my friend, or anyone, so i'm hoping bc this is anonymous i can let it out. Right, intro done lol. Onto the story. Last night, i have no idea what time, maybe five or six, (all i know is this

thing ended at 7pm), my mom storms out of the room and comes back holding a bottle of water and her bag. She proceeds to tell my dad she found the bottle at the bottom of my bed, (basically im not supposed to have anything at the bottom of my bead bc asian tradition believes that youre on top of it and thats dirty or whatever). Then she pulls out my school photo, puts it on the table and tells my dad to look at it. Starts ranting about how I never listen, i look horrible, worst photo i've ever taken. 

Basically, I go to a private school, and they think I should look good, and then they spent some time lecturing me about how i was supposed to look right when i was in the school, I look like a boy, i act like a boy, my hair's a mop, I look like a hooligan. Start talking about when i dress to go to school, how my shoes aren't polished and one of them has laces that show the white inner. How my hair's messy at the back, if i saw someone in jeans and someone in a suit in the street, who would i think was respectful? They told me they shouldn't have let me into the school, they loved me too much, that's why, they should have let me go to this public school that has a reputation for being a mess, that i belong there, waste of money, they regret letting me go here, thought i was a respectable girl. 

Dad asked me again, who wouldd i think was respectful, the jeans or the suit, and I told him I don't know. We'll get to that later, but at that moment he sneered and snorted and looked at my mom. 'says she doesnt know' he jeers. I'd meant it as in 'i have no idea, please help me'. He took it as 'she doesn't know, and doesn't give a fuck'. I don't know how to look proper. they never taught me. they tell me that something looks good so i wear it. mom still buys my clothes for me. I have no fucking clue what looks proper and what doesn't. 

Anyways, somehow they moved onto uni, and my current work, and how I pull all-nighters and how dad thought i was smart but nopw he has no hope, how he sees me get up in the morning and know i'm going to fail the assessment, how i get distracted, how i take too long to shower, how i never learn, how i never help them around the house, they do everything for me and if he was in my shoes then he would work until 'smoke came out' (vietnamese saying), how he would be so grateful but i'm not and they're going to leave me (which is a normal threat for them lol) and how they're going to die (another normal threat, dad has a lifelong illness and mom has been struggling with leukaemia for years) and they're not going to pay for uni if i get a stupid degree, only if i get a good degree like they want which will actually help me (law), if i want to become an engineer (something im considering) then i can pay for it myself, then again it's not like i'm even going to get into uni, when they look at me, they have to think of the girl i was when i was five because if they think about me now they feel sad, they won't look at me because I make them sad, they had so much hope for me, now down the drain, no, down to the sewers, look at my cousins going out, one of them had piercings and infections and almost got tattoos and is a nurse in a prison with a husband who stressed her out so much she passed out at work, do i want that, that's what i will get if i dont work, basd job, assisstants have to buy pads for their bosses, horrible child, this will end one of two ways, one i listen to them and come back years later to thank them or i'll look up at the stars and wish that i'd listened to them and they regret having me and caring for me, if only they'd been better parents, they'd been too lenient, but i don't care do i because if i cared it'd show in my working to please them and i haven't done that so that means i don;t care about them.

Dad told me it was too late to change, then switches to tell me it's not too late, they ramble on about my internet use, (i have to ask them for internet) and i'm not acutlalyu doping work on it, i'm just fucking around, they kjnow, they know, i can lie all i want nbut it's true. Horrible child, they'll die, they'll die, That's the end of the conversation, we're not going to talk about it anymore. No, stop talking. I'm going to tell you this until i die. I'm going to keep saying it, beccause it's better that i say it and you not listen than i dont say it and regret not saying it. (okay, i can;t currently remember anything else of what they said lol.). By the way, you wanna know abt

[asks didn’t arrive and I asked for the last bit again]

ok lets hope to god this sends then. i think i know where i was up to - 'do you want to know about what was wrong with the photo' i think was meant to be that. anyways, yeah. guess what was wrong with it. i had a fucking splinge. like my hair was parted and a bit of the part was split. that's all i can see that's wrong with it. maybe my hair looked oily? idk but that's all i noticed. also said something after that about do u remember when dad asked me abt who did i think looked better the suit.

also can i add something i just remembered which is that one of them put folders on my shelf and mom told me she knew i put them there to hide what i was looking at on my laptop from her when i??? didnt??? put them??? there??? in the first place???? (the layout of my room allows the folders to block the view of someone from the door basically) i put new folders there after i think my dad put them there but i didnt originally put them there??? sorry it was a full ask rant and i have no idea what the freak i typed and what i didnt lol. but u get the gist i think. big fat lecture.

i am tired. my eyes were puffy and there was like this pool of snot floating on top of this pool of tears if you did get the ask sorry u had to read that twice. :(. i mean even tho u didnt see it i was able to let it all out. not sure if it made me feel better about anything but being able to do it at all is rlly nice. Thank you for that.

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No wonder you’re tired, nonnie... I’m really glad you could get all of this off your chest, and really sorry that you have to hear those awful things about yourself coming from your parents.

I’m a white European, so I don’t share many of your experiences and I don’t know how it is to live in a Vietnamese family, but I hope it’s okay to compare it a little bit with my experiences in my (very Christian) family--if not, you can absolutely skip the next paragraph! 

I have had a bunch of conversations with my therapist about traditions, religion, and misogyny, because since I cut my mother off, my grandfather has lectured me many times about how I am a bad daughter for looking out for myself and putting my life first instead of being devoted to my mother’s wants and needs. He told me that she’s sick and I’m horrible for not caring about that and abandoning her, and that if she doesn’t love me, I just have to work harder until I "crack her walls”. (As if I haven’t tried already, and as if she didn’t use her very mental illness as an excuse to abuse me). My therapist basically told me that sometimes, being the Disney villain in some people’s stories means you’re doing something right, because their vision of what’s right and what’s wrong (especially when it comes to daughters and women in general) is designed to hurt you, to make you put your family before yourself. That it’s never wrong to put yourself and your needs first, and that kids don’t owe their parents anything just because the parents brought them into this world--that was the parents’ choice, not the kid’s, and therefore it’s the parents’ responsibility to care for their kid, whoever that kid turns out to be; and not the kid’s responsibility to be the model child that the parents had in mind or to care for them.

Your parents belittling you for things you have little to no control over and accusing you of being responsible for their future deaths, for not knowing things that haven’t been explained to you, for not living up to their expectations without even giving you a chance to try, and for not “working for them as hard as they would in your place”, are all red flags of emotional abuse. Accusing you of things you don’t do and constantly drilling into your mind that they “know” you’re a horrible person who doesn’t want to learn or change is a red flag too, and probably an excuse to take the guilt off their shoulders for not taking the time to guide you in life and to explain anything to you before accusing you of not knowing it already. “It’s too late” puts the blame on you, but what it actually means is probably something along the lines of “It’s easier to scream at you than to put realistic expectations on you and then help you achieve them while respecting your boundaries and allowing you to make mistakes, but I don’t want to feel guilty about it, so let’s pretend you’re a lost cause, yeah?”

I used to go to a private school too, and my mother repeatedly told me that was the reason she struggled economically and that I had ruined her life. It wasn’t until I talked about it in therapy that I realised that I never had a choice in what school I went to. Same as I never had a choice in anything my mother decided for me. So how could I be to blame for the consequences of those decisions? And how can you? If they buy you certain clothes, then they have no right to criticise how you look in them. If they chose to put you in a private school, then the money spent is on them, not you. You shouldn’t have to “prove” you’re worth their decisions for you or their basic care for you--they chose to give you that unconditionally the moment they decided to have you in the first place, and if they refuse to give it or threaten to take it away, it’s becuase they’re neglectful and/or abusive, not because something intrinsic about you justifies it. You’re not a bad kid; you’re just a normal kid with very bad parents. And I’m really sorry that you have to put up with them. You deserve better 😔

I’m here if you need to vent again in the future, nonnie. Sending a virtual hug ❤

[pbandjesse]

Happy New Year's Eve! It was very grey today but I don't think that ruin the ringing in of the new year. Honestly all the fog today in made me think back to when we worked at ships and how loud the parrot riffle was on foggy days. I hope the fireworks tonight are extra loud.

It was kind of a sleepy day for me. I have a little bit of anxiety right now on my stomach. But it's not for any real reason. I think I am just tired and a little stressed out. That is alright.

I had a good day. I slept okay last night. I was sad when James decided to try to sleep on the couch for a while and I missed them. I went out and kissed their head before I came to bed and fell asleep myself. It was a good sleep. Even if it was lonely.

I gave James a hug in the morning when they woke me up to say goodbye. They would take a scooter to work today so I could have the car. Very kind of them. It was the first time they've taken a scooter since the accident so I think that it was also nice for them.

I woke up at 9 and was in a pretty good mood. All I wanted to do this morning was finish my blanket. And man am I proud. It took a while to finish those last three rows but it was worth it.

I did my last temperature and that only took about 15 minutes, and then one black line, which took another 15 or so. The part that took forever was casting off the loom and then whip stitching the entire edge down. This took an hour and change. I was nervous the whole time. Like it was a tangible finishing of this project. Like yes I'll still have to weave in ends and some small finishing details. But it's of the loom! It's a useable blanket!! Watching it slowly come off the loom was so weird!!

Right before I finished that last few minutes of whip stitches Mr Will knocked on the door to ask a question. And I brought him in to show him the blanket. I stood on the coffee table to hold it up. He asked if I was going to sell it and when I told him how much it would cost (materials plus paying myself $15 an hour, it would cost at minimum $3500) he was a little shocked. Still he encouraged me to make smaller ones to sell. I'll consider it. I was just to excited to be done this project. Even if it's just for me!!

I finished the last bit of stitching and got my shoes on. Because I can't just sit and enjoy the end of this project, I have to plan the next. And it was time to go to get more yarn for next year project.

It was way foggier out then I realized. Thankfully there weren't many people on the roads. And I had a nice, slow, drive to joann's.

It was sort of raining at this point. I was glad to be inside.

I thought I was going to go with this fleece yarn I really liked but they didn't have a good color range. I knew I didn't want to go with the bulky yarn but I like the brand so I stuck around there. I had fun looking in all of the aisles but I ended up really liking the velvet yarn. I chose 6 and would put them back and make one more lap before deciding on them for sure. And while this precipitation blanket is going to be a little more confusing, I think it's going to be beautiful at the end and very different from this years. I'm excited.

And everything was on sale. So it was like $40 less then I had budgeted in my head. Amazing.

I paid and left and decided to go to the thrift store. I did not buy anything and honestly there were to many people but I had fun looking around. The only thing I really want right now is a small shelving unit but I did not find that. Ah well.

I at least enjoyed walking around the store. And listening to my podcast.

Since I was out there I decided to go to taco bell. Where I ordered and waited more then 10 minutes before I asked and they were like oh we weren't paying attention. And made my food. Made me a little sad to be forgotten but the food was good. I ate in the car and then headed home.

When I got back here I ran the dishwasher and made a chart for what each color yarn will be. And chilled with Sweetp for a few minutes. I decided I want to make a bunch of squares with the leftover yarn from this years blanket. So I started working on that. I want to improve my crochet. I know I learned to do it a weird way but I practiced for a few minutes and got my tension better and started making squares. Now I have 7 whole squares done! Amazing. And still so much yarn to use.

I had some cereal and then went to pick James up from work. It was still very foggy. Lots of accidents out there in the world.

And when I got to the museum Stanley was closing the gate!! He told me to come in the exit and I felt like a rule breaker! But I said happy new year to him and waited for James.

We had to close the gate behind us. So James got out and I drove across the street to wait for them.

We went over to the grocery store next. Where I made James double over when I told them I forget to turn the car off sometimes when I get out and we were just laughing and being silly.

We got the few little things we needed. Milk and ice cream for milkshakes, we were going to get ricotta cheese but they were all out! Thankfully we had some at home. We also got sparkling cider to celebrate tonight.

We drove home and I got back in bed to work on my squares. And James laid with me while they edited their podcast. They made manicotti for me and pasta for themselves. We had dinner in bed. And I kept working on my squares.

At 7 James biked in the living room. I took a shower. And once we were both clean James made me a milkshake and we built some Legos together. I love them so much.

Now I am resting in bed while James plays Mario Cart with their friends. It was a really good day. And a really good year. I got to marry the best person I've ever met. I had more opportunities and love and just felt really happy. There were a lot of hard times. But I was happy.

Tomorrow is 2023!!! If it already is for you I hope the future is bright. Goodnight everyone. Until next year!!

[pbandjesse]

We are sitting in the car waiting for James to get his bike all attached to the back. Which is taking a little while but that's okay. I'm just really tired. We just finished dinner with his family again and it was excellent and a lot of fun. But we did a lot today and I am just really looking forward to sleep. 

I did sleep okay last night. But I heard everyone awake around 9 so I got up too. 

To find that the water was turned off. Because one of the water heaters in the building broke. Dang. So I washed my face and brushed my teeth with my water bottle. 

I felt pretty good. James and Jess were having coffee. And James had scones baking for us. I finished getting dressed. And soon Jess was sitting with me and we were doing our makeup together. It was fun. 

Eventually we headed out and walked over to the café for real breakfast. 

And it was good. And I am glad we have two nice cafés in walking distance. But mostly I was just really happy to be with Jess. I'm sad she's going home tomorrow because this weekend has been excellent. 

Once we were done with breakfast we headed back to the house to get the car. 

Off to the thrift stores we went. They were calling for snow but it only lasted a few minutes once we were inside and then it was just horrible rain. But that was okay. 

I had an interaction that upset me a little though and could have dampened my whole day but I saved it. Through kindness. Me and Jess were looking at stuff and went over to the toys and another girl our age was looking took and she found a baby furby. And I was so upset I didn't find it first but excited for her. And her boyfriend came over and was like I saw that! And I said to them it's a lamb baby and they are my favorite and if you don't get it I will. And he said they are trying to fix some furbies right now and I was like that's so cool. And was trying to be positive but then she shot me a look and was putting off this vibe like she was upset with me. Like I was trying to take that furby from her. And I wasnt! I was just excited. So we walked away. 

But then I was sad. And Jess went to look at shirts while I looked at coats. But I was sad and trying to shake it. 

But I told Jess why I was sad and shook it off best I could and we went to look at dressed. 

We loaded up this cart. Just everything we even only kind of liked went in the cart. It was hilarious. I went around the corner to the other dresses and there the girl who got the furby was. And I decided to reach out and have a conversation. Turns out she sells nostalgic 80s and 90s toys on ebay! And I told her about my Instagram and now we follow each other. And I told her if she posts furbies I'll make a post about it! It was so nice and it made me feel 1000% better. 

Once me and Jess decided we had enough things we went to the dressing room. Jess went first and I organized the cart so our stuff was easier to grab. She tried on some ridicules things I picked out for her. And many just silly things she found. But she found some stuff she looked beautiful in and it was just really fun to see what she found. I tried things on a lot quicker even though I had about the same amount of stuff. I ended up getting a couple dresses and skirts. But my main great find of the day was an LL Bean jacket in light blue that I am so obsessed with. Im going to wear it tomorrow. It was a maybe at first and I actually put it back because its a little big. But I couldnt stop thinking about it and it was only $7.  

The line to check out was very long. So we wandered around for a while longer. Jess found this really neat faux antique mirror but it would have been a huge production to get it to New York. So after much hemming and hawing it was left. But I did find a kneeling chair and I have wanted one for as long as I can remember so that was a well spent $15. We spent a good amount of money but we got so much stuff. Including 2 really great pairs of shoes. One are beetle boots in blue velvet with buttons, and the other are leather shoes with sherpa interior that spills out and they are while but incredible. Im really jazzed about them.

We finished up there and it was raining. But we got to the car in one piece and headed to the small goodwill down the street. I do not like this goodwill. I find them rude. But we each got one good thing. She got a bottle shaped like a fish and I got those hand gripper exercise things I wanted. But I got really upset because there was an amazing vintage suitcase I wanted to buy that didnt have a price ad that goodwill wont just go to the back and find out and they have signs about it all over. And I was just really bummed. And they were like. Well you could try again tomorrow. And my feelings are this store, of all the good wills Ive been too, has the highest amount of unpriced stuff I have seen. And they wont sell it without a price! But they also wont put a price on it. Like guys. You are just wasting everyones time. You continue to be the worst goodwill. It sucks. 

So I just felt upset and wanted to go. We wanted a snack so off we went to the amish market. Except somehow I chose the wrong one? this was not the one I had been to before. It was very strange. But we did find one and I got a pretzel and she got a pickle and it was nice to walk around for a coupe minutes before we were back on the road. 

We went to the other goodwill. But honestly I was a little burnt out on shopping. I didnt want to look at anymore clothes. She did get a pretty excellent planter and I got an amazing 4 set of plates shaped like sea shells. They are great. But thats all we got. And that was just fine.

We went to a diner for a late lunch. It was so cute and chrome. My favorite type of diner. The food was good but alll very hot. And I was starting to get tired. 

We were about to be on our way home when I remeberd one of the things I wanted to accompish today was getting more snails and maybe a second frog and a heater. So we tried a pet store near where we were. No luck. So into Towson we went where we had great luck. I got 3 black snails. The same kind as my white ones. And a heater. No frog but as soon as we got home and got everything inside I put the snails in the tank and its like a switch was turned on in the frog. 

He starts swimming around. And the snails werent all the way out of their shells yet but he was just sitting and as soon as they started moving he started moving. And now they are all motering around in the tank and I am so excited. He seems so much happier now. And the tank is already free of old worms and food. This is great. 

Me and Jess sat in the living room taking tags off. And figuring out where James was. I knew he was with his friend but we were going ice skating and wasnt sure if we were waiting for him. 

But we ended up going and meeting him there and it was a blast. It was so nice skating with Jess and we took pictures and I just had a really good time. James got upset after we left because he somehow lost a glove. But I keep telling him its okay. But hes mad at himself. I wish he wasnt but it happens. 

We all left there and had dinner with his family again. Very expensive weekend! But the food and company was lovely. We were there until like 1030 and we were also celebrating James's mom's birthday and it was just really good. I felt really happy. But also really tired. 

But once we went back to the park to get his bike we headed home. Which is where Im finishing this post. Jess just got a shower and I am going to do that next. I am very happy but also very sleepy. And tomorrow is another day. I hope you all sleep great. Have a wonderful night. Pray for snow.