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Well, shit. I don't know. Chris came home last night or sometime early this morning. I opened my eyes and he was standing over me. The cats had pushed me over onto his side of the bed.

"Oh, hi," I mumbled, rolling back to my side. "I thought you moved out."

He said something about having had a bad couple of days and maybe his phone breaking, but I've been using Xanax to sleep and I was already three-quarters under again. He's still asleep, so we haven't talked any more yet. I don't want him to leave; it feels comfortable and right that he should be here, but I don't want to make him miserable either. I feel there is nothing constant in my life at the moment, but I probably don't have the right to expect that there should be, since I have deliberately set so many huge changes in motion.

Current round of eBay auctions ending this evening, and I'll be putting up new ones. As ever, all items are signed and can be personalized. These auctions are pretty much keeping me afloat right now, so please look and bid if you can.