So I'm sort of obscenely excited right now. I think I'm going back to Pittsburgh soon. (I hope, I hope.) The bf looked at an apartment today that's in the building right next to the one where we were sharing with the evil roommates. It sounds pretty decent, and the move would be easy, and we could go ahead and leave all our crap in the basement of the other building. Supposedly he can sign the lease tomorrow, and I dunno when he'd be moving exactly, but probably next week, or the week after. Then I guess I'll have to convince someone to drive me up there. I'll have my pets back, and my privacy, thank god. Of course, the way my mind works, I had about 30 seconds of feeling relieved about this and then started worrying about how we don't have a couch..heh..but we'll see how everything goes.

Staying with my parents has been..challenging. My mom and I have never really gotten along. She's one of those people who thinks she knows everything, is always right, and the world couldn't function without her interfering. She lives to put people down, criticize, and find things to get pissed off about for no reason. My showers are too long, I don't eat enough vegetables, my hair is too dark, my bf should call his parents more, yada yada. Long story short, it sucks. At the moment she's having a fit of self-pity because no one's coming for Thanksgiving. Or well, my brother is coming, I think, but my sister isn't, and mom's especially upset because it's my nephew's (7th? 8th?) birthday on Friday and she wanted to have a party. It's also disturbing being here on another level, because being around my dad makes me totally paranoid. He's 63, and every time he's feeling a little under the weather, which seems to be sort of often, I start having these visions of him having a heart attack or something. Anyway, as much as I want to leave I feel sort of apprehensive about telling them that I want to leave.

All in all though, I have to say