Now my mom informs me she is coming out here once a week to help me organize for at least the next few months. This strikes me as an absolutely terrible idea. Having someone help me=good idea. Having my mother help me=bad idea. But she wouldn't hear it and told me point blank to just accept it and say "thank you." How many weeks before we kill eachother?

Too bad I also have a shitton to do for school right now. Watch me wriggle.