Class went well tonight, it helps when I have been doing the stuff we are learning for the last 6 yrs. It's all review for me, but was able to help others in class.
Was going to have to drop my cake decorating class but the chef is letting me continue since I have been keeping up with the work while sick as hell. Hopefully this is my last illness for the next 10 weeks, can't miss another class.
Mom is my hero again, paying our rent so we don't have a late fee. Just have to pay her back when our school loans come in. Whenever that will be...
Baked some bread so I can make sandwiches for school tomorrow, my steering fluid is leaking so Karma has to drop me off on his way to school, and he has to go in earlier than normal, so I get to sit and do homework for 3 hrs.
Karma is spending some time with Cricket tonight, and our roomy is at work so I am enjoying the quiet and the smell of baking bread.
Also on my mind-My family and friends in Ohio are losing power left and right due to the snow and ice they are getting. Hoping they all stay safe and warm. Worried about my brother. He's a supervisor for a cable company, and goddess forbid someones cable goes out

he gets called out to fix it, no matter what the conditions.
So overall things are good. Still processing a lot. Fighting old demons. Had my first flashback/anxiety attack in yrs a few nights ago. I'm trying to put on a good normal face, but I'm still dealing with a lot of the emotional fall out.
Panda walking out of my life was hard.
Been doing a lot of self exploration lately. I know Panda leaving wasn't my fault. She's got a lot going on and isn't seeing things correctly. It doesn't help that she just moved two months ago, and isn't taking any of her meds.
But that doesn't change the hurt of losing her. In the midst of all of that, Karma brought up a lot of stuff about me that I wasn't seeing. After talking through it, we've realized what he was seeing wasn't completely accurate, but there is still some work to be done.
Fighting old trust demons. Karma has been amazingly patient. He says he is done with lies and hiding things from me. But everyonce in awhile something comes up that allows my imagination to get the best of me. I hate it and it makes me feel like shit for even questioning it.
And I'm about to call the cops on the upstairs neighbors. 11:30 at night and it sounds like they are throwing furniture. Something is thudding loud enough to shake the walls. But there is no yelling or anything going on. Maybe it's a poltergeist? Whatever it is, it's annoying.