save your sanity for later.

Most annoying thing about semi-long-distance-relationship involving visiting someone else for multiple days nearly every week?

No, it's not the dreaded LDR UTI (all praise be to FSM).

It's actually two things that lead towards the same thing:

I don't know where my meds are, my clothes are, or my toiletries are at any given time.

I feel weird whenever I'm not around Josh OR when I'm not around my computer.

Which leads to the base idea, I think:

I have no idea where home is anymore.

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On a side note, my mother is convinced that she's anonymous in her facebook posts where she has put words on pictures she took.

I don't have the heart to tell her about EXIF data.*

*(Although running a quick scan on multiple pictures that I recognize [i.e. she must have taken] suggests that facebook may strip it, or her phone is not inputting location data, or the programs she's running them through strip it, praise FSM.)

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uh, in other news... Josh's accident totalled his vehicle, he's still fine but maybe some cracked ribs, he's buying my dad's extra car (that's a decently long story involving a Mercedes and my father's amazing impulsive shopping ability, wait, no, that pretty much covers it).

So I was going to drive back to Middle of Nowhere tomorrow, after having left yesterday, to drop off the new car and uh, teach Josh how to drive manual. Yes. He doesn't know how. It's okay, we all have to learn sometime. Ideally maybe not when we're buying a car that's manual, but hey, that's how I learned.

Yeah, so as I'm busily psyching myself up for that experience which is undoubtedly going to be fun and games the entire time, panda reminded me that she had prior claim to my physical presence (and a more important one, to boot) and... now I'm all confused and feeling bad that I'm letting BOTH of them down somehow, panda by not remembering her VERY IMPORTANT prior claim and Josh by not being able to magically be in two places at once.

(Plus Josh was asleep when I called to let him know so the conversation took 5 minutes and it's even odds whether he actually remembers 'discussing' it, though to be fair there wasn't much to discuss.)

So anyway.... When my head literally explodes from overthinking everything and/or blaming myself for 99.9% of everything that isn't actually under my control in any way——I knew it would happen, I'm just saying.

Also if I'm getting a migraine right now like it feels like I may just start praying for my head to explode and save the wait, really.

So my dad wants me to buff out the scratches on my car. This conversation with pandatini illustrates my confusion:
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