I just arrived in Pensacola after driving for almost 6 hours. Not a good time. However, my car was packed to the brim and someone came and purchased the last of my big, home items. So, I have sold the couch, tv stand, one television, chest of drawers, coffee tables, night stands, and my spirit. Oh wait. All that remains in my 550 square feet of Atlanta heaven is my bed, some clothes, and the packet of Lemon flavored pudding that has resided in the fridge for just shy of a year. Is it sad that I will have to either sit on the floor or on my bed to eat? You don't have to answer that out loud, you can just judge me from afar. And while you do that, I will cry in my shower that way I won't know if it is water or tears streaming down my face. It helps with the self esteem! Anyways, I am now home with Mom, Dad, and the brothers and looking forward to some good Thanksgiving food. It sucks not knowing how to cook or rather not caring enough to try. One day, when I am someone who is important or delusional enough to think that I am, I am going to walk into Wendy's corporate headquarters and ask to speak to the ashes of Dave Thomas and give that man a sincere "thank you" because Wendy's has kept me fed and economically sound for almost three years now! I wonder if they have Wendy's in Australia?