Drove my BFF to the hospital today. Nothing like asking a loved one, "you wore the shoes without laces this time, right?" before coffee... I love her. I hate that her brain is sick. I hope she gets well. And soon. I miss having someone to talk to. And on really selfish note, mostly, I just want to not have to deal with her mother. If the hosebag she-monster upsets her suicidal daughter one more time, I may lose my temper and get ugly... seriously.
