Living with Grandma

Okay, so some of you (Kim and Scott, mostly) have called me in the last few days/past week and I haven't called you back. I'm sorry. I suck. But I have to admit that I'm not in a real phone call mood right now. I'm actually a little--uh, "depressed" is not quite the word, but I've been watching a lot of Sweet Home Alabama lately, if that means anything to you. I'm sitting on my grandmother's porch right now (it's 9:30 central, dark, and there are bugs flying around and crawling all over me) because it's the only way I can access the damn Internet. I'm sort of lonely, which makes no sense why I'm not calling anybody, but I feel like I'm walking on eggshells all the time around here and I don't want to make too much noise or disturb or anything. I also feel like my life is so BORING, I don't feel compelled to give anyone a ringaling just to tell them that. Thus, the genius of the blog!

As for my job, it's going really really well. The move totally wiped me this weekend, so it was a bit of a roughie getting up this morning (although I did go to bed at TEN THIRTY, the side effect of living with an eighty-year-old woman) and the commute is crap, but at least somebody is driving me somewhere. If I close my eyes and don't breathe (sometimes the CTA smells like pee), it's almost like I have my own personal driver. Which, for the record, is what I would do with $200,000--we took a poll at work.

Anywizzle, sorry for being such a dope and also for being boring, but such is my life at the moment. Although, when Bri said that in her post, I was like, "I love hearing about your parents' raccoon problems!", so either that means that we're not all as boring as we think we are, or that we're all SO bored that even others' boring lives seem cool by comparison. Tomorrow, I plan to go to the library on my lunch break--chew on that for four or five seconds, y'all!