I can't even talk about it right now. Maybe it will look better in the morning. They're pretty eager to get me out of here, but you know, it got couched in "it's for your own good" and "we just want to help you get back on your feet" and all that kind of crap. Goal is the end of the year, which was the goal all along, but I'm trying hard to find a way to make it happen before then. I'm going to call my county social worker on Monday and see what can be done.

Sometimes I really hate my life!