Friday can't come soon enough...
I realized that I don't post more often because I have some sort of massive insecurity complex that tells me no one cares what I have to say. Or something. Maybe I'm just lazy.
I wish I were the sort of person who just goes to work regardless of how much I hate my job. Instead I keep getting up late and coming home early, generally shaving my work day down to the smallest sliver of time possible. I sense that this will catch up to me someday.
This weekend, at least, is four whole days for me and we are going to Chicago for a wedding. This will be wedding number three for this summer. As a bonus, we'll get to visit my sister-in-law, who got married back in June and moved to Chicago, so there's a nice symmetry going on.
Younger Sister started grad school this week and is taking classes like "Cultural Paradigms of Education." What a mouthful. Youngest Sister started college this week and likes to call me and ask in a panicked voice about everything that goes wrong ("The bookstore didn't have my text! There's a waitlist for this class!") Oh, to be eighteen again =P
I wish I were the sort of person who just goes to work regardless of how much I hate my job. Instead I keep getting up late and coming home early, generally shaving my work day down to the smallest sliver of time possible. I sense that this will catch up to me someday.
This weekend, at least, is four whole days for me and we are going to Chicago for a wedding. This will be wedding number three for this summer. As a bonus, we'll get to visit my sister-in-law, who got married back in June and moved to Chicago, so there's a nice symmetry going on.
Younger Sister started grad school this week and is taking classes like "Cultural Paradigms of Education." What a mouthful. Youngest Sister started college this week and likes to call me and ask in a panicked voice about everything that goes wrong ("The bookstore didn't have my text! There's a waitlist for this class!") Oh, to be eighteen again =P