Consider

The finer points of fuck you.

Today I proved that I can do things by myself. I feel very accomplished.

I think maybe you're going to do one of your horrible vindictive things again. Or maybe you just don't care. I don't know how I feel but I'm too far away to do anything about it so helpless and crappy is a good way to begin.

Oh well. THIS IS GOOD FOR ME.

I'm happy to be in Rhode Island sort of. I really miss my mom. And of course I packed shorts and tank tops and skirts and this week is really rainy and miserable. We probably won't even get a chance to go to the beach but we're going to a reptile museum and the zoo and RISD so that's ok. I'm borrowing my grandma's sweater and it's nice.

Going to see my grandma's art show tomorrow and probably traipse about Providence which is one of my favorite things to do. Plan on taking lots of pictures as usual. Providence has the best graffiti, going into the city and inside of it.

Adieu for now. I just feel really weird. And my nasal passages and eyes are exploding because I'm allergic to my grandma's cat Hobbs who felt the need to sleep on my chest for hours while I was lying on the couch watching baseball. I think she senses how messed up it is in there.