I packed up my Louis Vuitton
Baby I'm gone--

I grabbed most of my clothes and moved in to my own place.

I haven't eaten yet today. Just had coffee, anti depressant, an ambien which I already slept off, tylenol. The new place has no pills for me to self-medicate with. The other house was clean except for that surprise bottle of ambien I found.

We were all supposed to have dinner together. I hope I can pull myself together to put on a fake face.

The divorce lawyer said, "Ask yourself if you want to keep wearing the same old pair of shoes or break in a new pair" about whether or not I want to get divorced.

That's how I'm trying to look at it now. We know the old pair kill my feet.