Juliet, I'd do the stars with you, anytime...
I can't figure out why I'm going to great lengths to get on my computer to write an entry of all things, but since it's relatively important, I might as well get it out there.
For those who saw how I might not be at my own graduation party (no, you're not seeing things...I really did say that) on Saturday, things turned out pretty good there in that I will now be there. So, without further ado, all those I have invited, fear not. The man of the hour will be there to be a frickin' social butterfly. Just give me a platter and I'll serve or-derves.
I really don't care about figuring out how to spell that right now.
I'm exhausted. The last two nights (err, more like tonight and the other night) were like this: Get up at 5, take the 7 or 6:30 train to Boston, work til 7:30 in the evening, and take the 8:50 train back, only to arrive home after 10 and going straight to bed. Tomorrow I have to be there for 8 again. I absolutely hate it. I need sleep and my car back (getting the radiator fan relay replaced along with accompanying wiring) so I can have a shorter workday. While my dad says that it will get better, right now I just want to sit down in a chair and not feel guilty about it, as I'm on my feet all day.
That's all I can write for now. I'll email you invitees about Saturday in case you all don't get it...when I have a minute.
Goodnight.