who says you can't always go home?

my mother sure as hell doesn't.

Amy moved back home this weekend... into my bedroom...and my closet...and my personal space. it's only for six weeks until her and bernard move into their apartment. it just sucks though, big time suckage.

I told her Friday night that it should be interesting since we've never actually co-habitated in the same room while on speaking terms. growing up we just about hated each other; there was a lot of termoil in our household for a couple years.

let's just hope i keep my sanity over the next six weeks.