wednesday.

no news on the mother. i never know why i care so much. either she calls and i get upset/feel guilt, or she doesn't call and i worry/feel guilty. i've made it for three years telling everyone i didn't care where she was. but the truth is that if there's some kind of contact - either a phone call at work, or an email with some paranoid hallucination bullshit - at least i know she's alive.