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Tomorrow's the hearing. The final one. I still don't know if Megan'll bother coming down. I want this over with; I'm tired of staying curled in a ball and crying. I'd be willing to put money down that she's having no such problems; she never did, and that was part of why things weren't working from the very beginning. I'll be honest here: I don't want to see her. I don't want to have to deal with her presence.

I'll have my the oldest of my nieces with me this weekend. Hopefully Lauren's presence will be enough to keep my mood out of the toilet. It guarantees that I won't do something terribly stupid with alcohol, though. Mostly I'll be burying her under a pile of manga and chuckling as she tries to figure out what to read first.

I'm going to try and pass out now. I wish I'd been able to get to the vacuuming, but it was already quarter to 10 when I finally got to the point of doing it. :(