I've found a way out.

We've rented a tent.

Tomorrow I will leave and not come back until Sunday.

The city will not miss me, and I will not miss it.

When I come back I will be feeling less like tearing my hair out.

My horoscope guarantees that if I'm ready to move on with my life that now is the time.

I just tried to picture my cats camping. I don't see the spotted one liking it much, the black one would look nice with a cute little backpack though. I think red would be nice.

The mountains are a nice place, I'll have D to hold hands with at night when I get all weird about sleeping in the woods, and lots of liquour to put me to sleep.

Because really, what's camping without lots of drinking?

Kisses.