For those of you following my exciting travels, let me announce that I’m back home. I can’t say that the car’s unloaded completely. I got here a little over an hour ago and brought in my drugs, clothes for tomorrow, and my laptop. Oh, and my pillows and Shamu.

My house is freaky quiet. I keep hearing noises and jumping. I’ve taken to turning things on just for background noise so that I quit jumping around. Unfortunately there was nothing on TV that I could commit to so I’m back to listening to NPR on the laptop.

Tomorrow brings another work day, but I feel absolutely energyless (is that a word?) about it. Maybe I’m just depressed. I dunno. I wish I could just hide out for a while. :(