This is what I get for succumbing to my mom's literal guilt-trips. I come home to Texas to appease her, and I get sick. Like always. Because no one takes care of themselves and the house is a disgusting disaster area. Blugh. Still working y'all. Thanks for being awesome. I really, really don't want to get my runny nose, coughing, sneezing grossesness on your pics. I was a fool to think I could get any work done here.

The only good things to come out of this trip is that I got to see my niece and nephew, and my brother and father finally know that I'm in a relationship with my other half. Needless to say, it's been quite an overwhelming trip emotionally. I spent most of the first days here in tears. They're supportive, at least. I'm so relieved. My mom still hates her guts for the stupidest reason.

Whatever, if my mom wants to keep deluding herself, she can. She still tries to let me know she loves me in her own way. Mostly through buying me stuff. So, if she wants to play that, fine. I'll take her up on it. I think my parents are going to help me get some new computer stuff to help with my art.

I'll be back in AZ on Wednesday night. I will mail out stuff as soon as I get back. Mailing stuff out from this part of Texas makes me uneasy. Way too many things that I sent out never made it.