I hate working on Sundays. It makes them seem so…not Sunday-ish. It’s just like any other day. It kinda makes me sad…
I have the house completely to myself this ENTIRE WEEK. No mom, no dad, no sis, no bro, no other sis. Just me and two cats. I’m not really overly excited…because that means that not only do I have to work for 70 hours this week, but the few hours where I won’t be at work or asleep I’ll be alone. PLUS…since camp is going on this week…some of my friends won’t be around either (like Matty-boy).
Speaking of him, he has a CT Scan and Biopsy tomorrow, and he should know results by Tuesday. In case you aren’t up to date on this story…he has lumps in his neck and elsewhere and they don’t know what they are. Pray pray pray pray for him, even if you don’t know him. As his best friend it would be devastating for me to hear any news other than “they’re not a problem and they’ll go away in a few weeks.” And that’s not to mention how hard it would be for him.
Anyways…my tongue hurts. I won’t bother explaining why…for reasons I won’t disclose.
That is all.
mmm… I could guess… but I won’t.
I’ve always enjoyed having the house to myself… it’s so peaceful and you can do whatever you like. btw… is the garage door closed? ;)