The world is closing in on me, trying to crush me. The voices of the people in the cafeteria assault me as I make another run to get more tea. Need that water-boiler.
I should have stayed at home. Nothing good can happen today.
But home isn't a sanctuary. Jan is there. My mom's place isn't a sanctuary, it's where Odessa disappeared.
I don't have anywhere I can go and feel safe, a place I can let down my defenses. It's too much of a strain to maintain this wall between me and the rest of the world.
Updated Odessa's site with pictures. It's all in Norwegian, but I don't think anyone will have trouble navigating it. Will start working on a .css now. Or an icon. Whatever. Doesn't look like I'll have anything work-related to do today, thankfully.
