An old Christmas card

I made this while sitting at Penn Station (see below) preparing to go to Vermont to see my family.

All the drinking I did this year

was preparation for the holiday season.

Quote: “Stand up straight!”

Quote: “Sorry, Mom!”

Happy holidays from the scrap paper blog.

Love,

Andrea

(Cheers!)

Just sitting here at Penn Station

on the slow road toward what others call “family vacation” and I’ve nicknamed “hell.”

If things are going to be out of control

I am going to be out of fucking control.

[Editor's note: I think this means I will probably end up at Wreck Room, drink until I unlearn everything I learned yesterday, and then drink some more.]

RIP Andrea Fjeld

30 November 2009

Crushed under her own books.

Drawing alone at a Ruby Tuesday’s

Look how far I’ve come.

[I had an hour in Philadelphia and reverted to old habits. WIN!]

[moping]

Even I stare

Cover ‘em up, sweetie!

Tree and me

Andrea: “Tree, how are you?”

Tree: “Miserable. My leaves are leaving me and I’m lonely.”

Andrea: “Yeah, me too.”

(Sorry that this picture is so shitty; my hands were shaking and it was hard to draw at that bar.)

I can’t sleep

I just keep crying over things.

Week in Review

I had a shitty week. Let’s recap:

Monday:

Panic Attack

Tuesday:

Intervention

Wednesday:

Doctor

Thursday:

Yelled at by parents

[Quote: You need to take care of yourself.]

Friday:

Next week will be better.