Tonight was epically long (because every broken heart deserves an epic ending).
Dillan seemed a little hostile, while Meagan seemed strangely more personable towards me.
My mom got the job, I'm so happy for her, for us. . . because that means, selfishly, less stress on me to be a factual provider for us (falling apart, barely breathing).
Things are looking up, essentially. I didn't pull in enough money to keep us above water, and now we should be able to float.
Nah, can't say I want to dream tonight. That's always been the way it has gone though.