(There’s something wrong with putting a picture of your grandmother after the word sex, but then again, I’ve never been “right”).

…was on the History Channel (duh!) last night. From midnight to 1am, a time I should have been sleeping, I glued my eyes open (literally) and watched a fascinating show on sex and religion.

It was on “Sexuality through the Middle Ages” and one thing I learned was:

A popular method of contraception in the Middle Ages was an animal bladder tied with twine, which was used and re-used over again.

And now I have just arrived in PA, about to go to class, when all I want to do is go to bed. I am leaving soon and am really emotionally volatile. I think my family hates me because I can be a bitch, and I just need to get out of New York to get my head on straight and to figure things out..

So soon. I leave for SF in three days..I can’t wait, I haven’t been back since February and it was such a good place for me. Maybe too good, I don’t know. I am just rambling now because for some reason I want to cry. I saw one of my oldest friends today - unfortunately not for happy things and that made me sad, but happy. So many mixed emotions. I’m drunk but I’m sober. I’m tired but awake. I sound like Alanis Morrisette after “You Can’t Do That on Television”. I’m cheesy but not Velveeta-ey…