The good news: I'm not falling apart. A little twitchy due to being unable to just walk out of the house and wander as I please through the city, but I'll live. I think being back at my parents' house is messing with me the way it usually does, where I get all oversensitive and feel boxed in and surrounded by chaos. No major arguments with my parents as of yet, however, which is another thing I consider to be a self-accomplishment, and I think my mom and I are going out for pedicures tomorrow. Might even get some of my writing ability back, I'm flat-out exhausted on a creative front these days.

The bad news: Everything else is falling apart. This house is about eighteen years old all over, since we had to get it built from the ground up after the fire. Therefore, things need replacing. Mom's already nosing around for new countertops because the tiles have uncleanable concrete between them and are made of fail, and now the dishwasher's gone and died so we're all washing up by hand now. Yes, I know this isn't a great hardship, but it's still annoying. Also apparently my cart's air conditioning and fan aren't working anymore, which is a great hardship in a Southern summer, and when I tried to take it in to be repaired the silly thing wouldn't start. The battery's probably out, but the problem is that my car is nestled into a little alcove of lawn face-first and it would be impossible to reach another cart's battery with regular length jumper cables. So I'm kinda stuck for the duration until Dad figures out what fuckery is going on.

The alien egg sac news: After a lot of Mom-nudging my GP Dr. N (and I do mean a lot, she's been doing it since late June) to call the endocrinologist, I've finally got an appointment for the 28th. Ideally this means that I can get the surgery before I leave for UNCA, but mom thinks not. So...in that case the options are to get it done during fall break in October or get it done in Asheville, both options I am not completely happy with. This thing's still growing, and I'd like to not have to drive myself back from the hospital.