Morning peeps.

I made it thru the weekend without killing my mother. WOOT. Thought I was going to need the assistance of couch attorneys for a while there.

Going to Boston this week for some stupid scans and stuff. Thinking about driving into Southie...maybe even visiting my father's grave. I am petrified of graveyards, and I haven't been to his grave since he died. But reading this book is making me homesick in a weird way. Not sure if it's a healthy visit, or psychological suicide. I just have the draw. I have a repetitive dream/nightmare about my dad's grave, had it last night. It's horrible. I wonder if actually going to the grave would stop the cycle of nightmares? Trying to be my own T.