I'm thinking of deleting my journal and going into hiding but then I'll just be whining and sobbing in a dark corner all by myself, and crushing under horrible guilt. It's okay--I have a day or two to basically pull a rabbit out of...my ass. And of course I also have to deal with the hormonal storm that fucks me up every month and renders me even more incapable of writing. Wish me luck. Or sanity. That would be nice.