Flying back home in a few hours from now. I had a brilliant time, now it is time for me to go back to being a responsible adult.
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I really do have great friends out here in Michigan. We are unable to do a lot of what we wanted to do during my vacation, but just being around them is good enough for me.
I don’t mind road trips usually, but I don’t like them when there’s three other people, a dog and several tons of luggage in the car with me.
I’m in love with myself, because nobody else has fallen in love with me. (I probably should not even make jokes like that. Yet here I am.)
I am so excited about tomorrow that I am worried I won’t be able to get much sleep tonight and I have one more work shift before my vacation begins.
58 hours from now I will be on a jet plane to my friends in Michigan. Yes, I actually am counting down the hours now. I am that happily excited about my vacation coming up.
I want to dive into my bed and take a swan dive into nocturnal whatever since I usually do not remember my dreams. But I also do not want to wake up at midnight awake and alert.
Just got a new wallet. It was about that time, my old one was literally starting to fall apart. I spent $30 on something that will hopefully last a while.
I feel like I want to party for two weeks with good friends. Just another week before that begins. Sorry, I'm getting too damned excited about this coming up soon.
Fresh strawberries and plain Fage Greek yogurt for breakfast, with a couple of cups of black coffee. I am doing great.
Welcome to the 1990’s!
My yard now has most of its weeds gone and that makes me feel very happy with my hard work.
I am making beefy fried rice for dinner tonight. Who here wants some? -
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