O.o

Mom's kinda pissed at the USPS. She's convinced that Nijika's body is at the local post office, and that the people there are "being fucking morons" about the box... Sooo, on Black Friday, Mom's gonna go to the post office, and ask them to check on the confirmation number for the box, if it doesn't arrive at Grandma and Grandpa's house on that day. I really hope Nijika arrives soon. Mom's upset that she spent so much, only to have the box be really, REALLY late.

>3

Mom's already making plans to get me with the first paycheck she gets if she gets the job at this apartment complex in Bellevue, Nebraska. She'll be living at the place if she gets the job, so she's really hoping she gets it... I'm hoping she gets it so I can come home.

Aunt Tam sent us a box of stuff, most of which is for the commission Mom's working on for her, and one of the 1/6th kids, Desinex, called dibs on the body that was in the box, so Mom's working on rooting her hair now. Apparently, what she's using is really soft wig fiber, and she's thinking about getting some to use when I finally get my ass home.