So, uh, yeah. Everything's fine. Uh. Yeah. You know, not even fine, it's good. It's great, it's fanfuckingtastic and you know what, I don't even know who I'm kidding, but I definitely know that it is going to be a long time before you and I go drinking again.

(Not for your sake. For mine.)

At the risk of sounding like a housewife, I really can't wait for him to get home. Because goddammit if I fuck even one more thing up I'm going to have a fucking breakdown, I sear to God I will. And besides all that shit, I'm sick of scaring my own gang into apparent silence. If everyone's dead, somebody better send me a slip from the goddamn morgue.

So, apart from the fact that I got the numbers back from a certain somewhere, and a certain someone hasn't been filling their quota (you know who you are), everything for April matches up. I think Baa-chan's going to have me working off those snakes for a lifetime, but I guess two months isn't really enough to measure how mad she is was ...is? may or may not still be. But fuck, it was worth it. Sakura, you should come over and make sure I haven't done any of this math wrong among other things. I got something from a friend overseas that I'm dying to try out. We can trade off.

In other news, I'm pretty seriously worried about Tenten. Anybody seen or heard anything out of her in the past few weeks? I mean, if she was just avoiding me that'd be fine because I mean, hell, I can fix that but it sounds like she's been avoiding everyone. I'm cool with you antisocialites, don't get me wrong, but I just don't expect it from Ten-chan, you know? Should I be more worried than I have been? Like "contact the authorities" type worried? There's a whole squadron of you people who've been out of my sight for some time now, too. Yeah, here's lookin' at you, Shika. (Lee, I know you're busy, I won't bitch because we're really not all too bad off at the moment.)

I better not find out you three have been skulking around doing shit, though. 'Specially if it's in our name and I haven't heard about it yet. You clear this shit, you guys. No private excavations. Ecchi and Baa-chan have been on my ass about that for reasons I'm not yet licensed to talk about.

By which I mean: Neji, I may or may not need to talk to you. We could avoid aforementioned conversation altogether if you were to beat me to the punch and know what it was about. I'd really rather never, ever have the conversation that my instincts tell me we should probably have, just because I really don't want to interfere with anything you do to that extent. I really don't. So beat me to the goddamn punch and put me out of my misery, won't you? And, uh, if you can, avoid talking to your uncle until I say otherwise. It should only be a few days, tops, but I really need you to either not talk to him or talk to him as little as humanly possible if that differs from your regular itenerary at all.

I'd say it was nothing personal if I were even going to go into that.

I'm not.

Gaara, I need to talk to you, too, for a completely different reason that I'm not at ends to discuss in a public forum, either. They always get me in shit like this, I swear. Nothing bad I don't think but necessary enough. (I need to ask you a favor. ...and your always welcome in my house, too, you know.)

So things are either slowly getting better or quickly getting worse, and I'm optimistic enough to hope it might be the former, but paranoid enough to be sure it's the latter. It's a weird bunching sensation. I don't know. I feel like I'm hanging from a bungee cord, which is fine and all, but I'm not exactly sure how I got here, so it's kind of bothering me. When did I turn into a therapist, and why didn't I notice or demand a credential when it happened? And if I'm the patient and nobody's telling me, I'll fuck up somebody's shit. Swear to God.

Maybe I'm just waiting for everything to blow up.

Is that bad?