So Galen is here, yay for Max.

Mom bailed, again. She got sick, but I believe her - she sounded terrible on the phone, moreso than I think a normal, non-sick person could fake. Whatever, she said she'd be here tomorrow to make pot roast. I'm not getting my hopes up.

Nessa is supposed to be coming home today, so I won't be sitting alone in this room. I'll be sitting in a room almost alone instead! Unfortunately, almost only counts in horseshoes and grenades, as my friend Patrico is fond of saying, and I would suppose that he's right, except I've never played a game of horseshoes where almost counted.

So know what I'm doing? I'm so, so hungry, so terribly starving that I'm making a pan of corn muffin mix because there's nothing else remotely edible that sounds the least bit appetizing. Corn muffin mush it is! I didn't even have an egg; I just put a little extra milk in it to make up for the lack of moisture. I hope it doesn't taste terrible... I'm so hungry.