My father is tacitly supporting my drinking habit. He bought me wine glasses for my birthday-- one that says "stressed is desserts backwards" and one that says "the more I learn about men, the more I love my kitties", and also a bottle of wine.

He bought himself an iPad, though.

Sigh.

Also, he said he bought a one-time timeshare in Orlando for five days that he wants to use in January when I'm on break. So I have to get my internship done in as few days as possible. And I'm going to need to get Dr. Giaccio to write me another scrip for Xanax, I'm almost out and there's no way I'm getting on an airplane without a few of those suckers in me.

I don't know where this money is coming from, since he's on disability and the Salvation Army is firing my mother. I'm pretty concerned about it, actually.

Ugh, I have to think about getting a new therapist. I don't want to have to tell someone new all about myself. I won't have to worry about it until May if I can get someone to drive me into Auburn for my appointments-- maybe Shane will.