futurey jitters

Kids at Laine's, we're going to our counseling session and then to my mom's for dinner. I'm rather nervous... make that apprehensive... make that occasionally filled with dread... over dinner. My mother told me on Friday that she needed me to come and "bring a notebook or something, to write down some information that you're going to need." I have no idea what information she means, but I can't imagine anything actually good. Since Friday I've been imagining one scary possibility after another, while firmly telling myself to stop that because really, there's enough to deal with right now without getting all worked up about what possibly maybe might plausibly perhaps be coming up in the future.

So. I'm getting good at distractions. Like going for a walk up to the mesa with Justin today and deciding that I'm going to need to bring along my drawing supplies because it's just too beautiful up there for words.

And another distraction, this one forwarded from a friend of mine - the opinions here are not my own, the typos and grammaros are also not mine. But it's still half-funny, half thought-provoking.

( You don't know s*** about Iraq )