home again...
I finally made it back home... in all of it's splendor. Why do I keep going back here? Home is where the heart is, and that has been gone for a LONG ass time. *sigh* I was awakened this morning by a pissy mother who INSISTED I come home right away. I started listing off the times when I could make it to the bus station, none of them were good enough, and was forced... FORCED mind you, to call a cab to get me to the bus station in twenty minutes. I threw as much stuff into a bag as I could find and ran off to make sure not to disapoint anyone waiting for me here. I get here, have a hectic dinner with the extended family, then realize I left my contact information in my room, along with a great deal of personal items that are essential. SO, here I am, with my friends waiting to hear from me, and I have no way to call them. FUN!!! The whole reason I came here was to wind down from a @#$%ed up quarter and recharge for all the summer festivities. Instead, I am yelled at almost the minute I arrive, at my "welcome home dinner", I'm stuck watching the children while the old people talk local politics, then I get home and NO ONE IS ON MESSENGER!!! I didn't even have time to tell Alicia I was gone. She's not going to like that. I'll be home soon though, I doubt I'll be able to take this for long. I need a drink!