My feet move where I tell them to, but not when they are chasing after you.

I've worked this out in my head, while I was jogging with my sister yesterday.

Unimaginable emotional pain = denial= indifference= appears as selfish bastard.

THAT'S WHAT MY MAID TOLD ME. That I'm selfish.

But not exactly in those words. In fact, what she said was, and I'm paraphrasing, I am 1/3 my eldest sister, 1/3 my mother and 1/3 don't give a damn about what's going on with the family.

For the first time in my life, I do want to talk about my problems. Even if I have to look through the yellow pages for a psychotherapist.

In other news, I won the 'drink rootbeer really fast' contest against a 6 ft tall guy. I feel good about that. I don't know what I'd do without these guys. Sigh.