where'd she go?

did you miss me? of course you did. you cried into your oatmeal and had buckets and buckets of tears. enough to fill a red plastic beach pail or a green watering can used to make mud pies and other such undesirable food products.

i went away for a while boys and girls because dear miss caitlin was a sick little girl. she thrashed and fought and then gave into the ebbs of her sorrow. on march fifteen at 10:42 pm all of the strings holding together the package that was my life gave way to strain and i was escorted to the emergency room. i was admitted the next night after a hilarious day in the er and was a resident of 406 deaconess aka the ever dreaded psych ward.

and that is where i was. doesn't it sound horribly exciting?! tune in tomorrow and i'll explain the rest. we are babystepping this bitch.