i love my friends...
in an exhausted haze while in newark airport last night, i sent out a text to a few people, informing them of my safe return to the states...
3 (3!!!) of the 6 people sent a text back that either started with, or included, "yay!"... this means 1/2 of my friends are dorks. i love my dork friends.
other than that, back home, feel fucking hungover, i want to be productive, i want to go to the gym, i want to unpack, but it's 1:30 i'm still in pajamas and the most productive i've been was making a move in one of my 6 current scrabble games on facebook.
tomorrow. tomorrow i will do things. maybe.
3 (3!!!) of the 6 people sent a text back that either started with, or included, "yay!"... this means 1/2 of my friends are dorks. i love my dork friends.
other than that, back home, feel fucking hungover, i want to be productive, i want to go to the gym, i want to unpack, but it's 1:30 i'm still in pajamas and the most productive i've been was making a move in one of my 6 current scrabble games on facebook.
tomorrow. tomorrow i will do things. maybe.