ha.

ha ha ha.

where to start.

i was going to write about jail. it was kind of like "girl, interrupted" but not as eventful. i read most of _rabbit,run_ and i watched some TV and played basketball and talked to my 6 fellow female inmates. they made me vegetarian food. the gideons came to minister unto us. the whole thing was okay, i guess. boring. what else would you expect?

the women i met were so very nice, it's hard to believe they stole cars and made meth. i was the only one there for such a short stay. they told me never ever to do the things they did. i wasn't planning on it, but it's nice of them to care.

then i flew to england. i was detained and questioned for eight hours. they sent me back.

yes. i was refused entry. so now i can't go back for a while. i am handling it surprisingly well--only one drunken sobbing self-pity party since it happened, and it's out of my system.

so i can't be in england and i can't really have any sort of life at home with no job and no car.

and i am running out of money FAST.

so i am staying with jen and dave in chicago and looking for a job.

their love and support has been so incredible. i am really lucky to have friends here, like mike_r and atool, and my cousins are out in the suburbs, and i think everything will be okay when i find a job. as soon as i get over these feelings of purposelessness. (i like sssss's)

so, for those of you who were wondering, there's the short factual version. all the insights and descriptions are gone from my head, it's been so fucking crazy and i can't even remember what day it is sometimes.