I don't think there's enough Prozac in the world to even me out right now. Or heavy drugs. Or group hugs.

I promised Mum on the phone last night I wasn't going to be 'Papa Bear' to the whole group. I guess I didn't say anything about not letting things tie me up in knots. The latest drama is, Rika is having last minute qualms and coming up with reasons why she shouldn't be moving, at least right now. Fortunately (maybe) though, events of 2002 taught me not to say a word about what I'm feeling and bottle everything up. Probably not a good thing, but it saves confrontations and probably saves friendships.

GAHHHH!!

Somehow, that did not help.