I came to stay with my friends for the weekend all the way back on March 13th. So, needless to say, they've been gracious. I haven't had anywhere else at all to go, I've been homeless now for about a year. I keep waiting to get into this homeless shelter, and agonzing over other leads. But what can they do? They need their house back. And frankly, I find Daniel very upsetting much of the time. So it's best for me to go. And you know, they're asking me to anyway. I'm pretty scared. I see my therapist tomorrow and hope she can get me into this 1-day crisis clinic. So maybe I'll at least have a place indoors to sleep. I hope.