After three years of saying I'm moving home, I'm actually moving home.  As of Friday I will be living back in Vancouver again, never to live in Pullman Washington again.

I am not to be used.

Saturday

Woke up at 3:30.    Got to work by 4:00 PM.  Worked til 6:00 AM.  Made 280 in tips.  Got home and posted on live journal and then passed out.  I win.

Anyone care to tell me why it's snowing in June?  Snowing in June on the one day that I happened to decide to take a flight home.  wtf.

Yawn.  I grow tired of everything.

*snap*

Suprisingly enough, I'm better than I have been in a very long time.  Life is good.  Finances are finally quite solid, i'm scheduled for 18 credits next semester, and I start dealing cards as of December 2nd.  There's nothing I can even think of to complain about!  Word.

Sigh.

Nothing seems to be effective.

Sorry.    --  to like fifteen people who read this ><  time to stop fucking up.

Wish me luck.