It has got to the point that I really don't want to go on this trip.
I don't want to be around my family at all, much less for a solid month. Evelyn picks fights so hard, and is almost as intolerably mopey afterwards if your don't fight as if you do prove to be irredeemably evil (by having an opinion that disagrees with whatever tumblr blog the point being fought for came from).
And my dad is..... my dad.
Also, travel is stress and I am a very broken person.
It also annoys me that the situation with the semi-imaginary-one is also adding to my unhappiness about the trip. I put off an argument we needed to have because I didn't want our last interaction before I left to be unpleasant - and now I am just fixating on the things left unresolved.
I should be packing. Instead I am cleaning my flat, watching TV and posting multiple blog entries across my various (well, two) blogs.
So fucking productive.
I deserve a medal. Or something...
In other news, I had pub lunch with a friend today and then went and had Hungry Hobos late lunch with his partner's ex husband. I did not mention the existence of either to the other. It was weird.
Also, Hungry Hobos is wrong. Gourmet sandwiches with a hobo theme seems tone deaf and, maybe, even mean-spirited. And the sandwiches have too much cheese. (Yes, I heard it too - the concept of too much cheese sounds impossible - but...)
And on the way home I bought $20 worth of snacks for the flights.
I have already eaten over half.
Because stress, and being a very broken person.
At least I have only broken down into tears a couple of times while failing to pack.
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