Dad is back from Florida. I'm assuming my Uncle is doing better since he is.

Aside from that, I've been unable to draw anything during his absence. Due to the fact I still owe a Secret Santa, and the deadline is almost here, as posted on my front page, I may end up on one of those Artist Beware pages because of this. I just haven't had the will to get my desktop running and fuss with my tablet. Nor even grab a pencil and paper. I just can't draw.

Yet another bit of foul news is that I'll be leaving this house I'm in. Either before this month is over or sometime in February. I just can't stay here. I'm at the end of the rope that has been tightening around my neck ever since I moved to New York from Florida.

Working on seeing about moving in with a friend so I don't have the stress of flying and worrying about my stuff following me down. Just a big problem. I've known this friend for awhile, but we haven't met in person. She only lives about an hour away, but I never even knew until a few days ago. I just never asked.

So while I wait on making sure everything is good on her end, have to talk more tonight about things that could be good or bad. Just waiting for her to get home.

Even if it is a yes, my Dad doesn't know. Being 24 means nothing. Being an adult means nothing. I've made many mistakes in the past according to him. None of my friends are my friends because they're imaginary. I haven't met any of them in person. They're not real, they're just like me, or some other variation of it.

My stomach and guts are in knots. My head hurts. I'm trying not to increase my stress even more. I just know I'll have to talk to my Dad soon as he wakes up. I don't want to, but I have to. I especially don't want to do it alone. I can't talk to him face to face. It is almost impossible.

I need to go finish de-stressing myself and get something to eat. Not looking forward to later. Not looking forward to much of anything really.