I'm enjoying all this time I have to myself these days. It makes me smile that I'm actually enjoying my own company. I'm used to being terrified of having to face myself, and lying around sleeping/dreaming/zoning out until someone rescues me. I don't start work until the beginning of next month. Financially speaking, I could've tried for a two week temp job, but I like the time and the space. I wander the streets, in and out of stores, just taking in the day. I usually end up downtown, and that usually takes me here, to waste sometime with a computer screen. My closest friend. The problem with the free time is that I'm not eating enough. I'm so used to being taken care of; not having to be responsible for myself (plus, I felt a little sick for awhile). I don't like to cook, or don't feel comfortable trying. I'm usually not aware of my hunger until it's too late to cook because I'm starving. But I asked for it. I need to learn. It's gross how dependent I am.