So, the trip back east was amazing[ly fun], but I've been home for a couple of weeks now. I got to spend some time with some friends that i hadn't seen in almost a year, and I got to spend some time getting to know my uncle (who, until this trip, I had never in my life spent more than half an hour at a time with). It was nice. Being home though....

I was happy to get home when I first got here, now I wish that I'd never come home. I mean, if I hadn't come home, I wouldn't have gotten into an argument with my friends, and I wouldn't have been hanging out by myself the last week. Life, and friends, are frustrating.

Anywho....

I sent off more query letters for my book yesterday. I hope I get in somewhere, but if not this time...it'll happen eventually. I won't pretend that I'm this amazing writer who will have a best-selling, top of the lists book, but I know that what I've written is better than some of the crap I've read. It's annoying. Just because they know people, or got into the business before it really took off, some people who write crap get published when people like me can't get in. Grrrrr....