Ever since I've been back from my mini vaca I've been waking up late. Wednesday I was fifteen minutes late to the office. Today it was ten. I wonder what tomorrows time will be? I'm takin bets.

I'm in the mood for a banana nut muffin.

I'm trying to get the motivation to stand up and put a load in the dryer.

I'm watching my favorite show.

I'm bloated.

I'm pregnant.

I'm kidding.

I'm going to pee.

Talk to you's tomorrow.

Back in beantown.

I'm sad.

Even though my flight out of Chicago was cancelled, rebooked, cancelled again, rebooked, cancelled again, and rebooked, I was still glad to be on my home turf. I would rescheduled to leave on Monday but I didn't wanna deal with the hassle of people returning from Memorial day vaca.

I sat there phoning people. I read. I walked the ten steps to the McDonalds that was conveniently right infront of my gate. I played the lotto. Went to Starbucks. Pee'd at least eight times, politely asking the person next to me to save my seat, and then finally, seven hours later, we were allowed to fly.

Tornado weather (which was mesmerizing) caused the flight delays, then no flight attendants were available until a few came to our rescue.

I had a lotta fun, relaxing time while at my moms. I enjoyed helping her clean, helping her pick out a new dishwasher (While we were at Sears GRAND...Ty Penington (sp), the host of Extreme Home Makeovers, and Carpenter to Trading Spaces was doing a "Meet and Greet"(Christina's words). I was able to see him from a far, stupid bitches were blocking my view), I enjoyed making dinner for her and my brother. I miss her, my brother, and Catherine. They are giving me the motivation to come back and visit soon, and I sure will.

I cried when I got back to my apartment. In the middle of crying my mom called me. I felt relief.

"Why do you sound like you're sick?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm congested, the weather change made my nose all stuffy."

I'm such a liar. I didn't want her to think I felt so lonely and unhappy at that moment. I know she wants me to move back.

I quickly changed the subject. We talked about my next visit back to Chi-town.


On another note...

As I was leaving the prison, the most annoying thing happened. A C.O walked up to me and starts talking to me in some foreign language which was either Chinese or Vietnamese. He came up to me and what sounded like, "NEE HOW" came out of his mouth...

My thoughts..."Well, that ain't filipino."

Then he says, "Nee goh."

I retort with, "Dude, I'm filipino."

He walked away, embarrassed.


That was an odd ending to my work day, except for the part of the day when I was butting heads with the lead counsel for the prison.

Can't wait 'till I get yelled at for that one.