And all I can do is just pour some tea for two

Trader Joe's had its big grand opening today, and I knew Sarah wanted to go to that, so before I went to bed last night I sent her a text asking when she wanted to go. I woke up this morning and was disappointed to see she hadn't texted me back. Then...a nagging suspicion. Did...did she call me? Couldn't have! I would remember that! So I checked my call history, and sure enough, she did. And right then, she texted me to ask if I was awake. I replied with "did I talk to you on the phone last night?" and she sent back "ugh" as a response. So I called her.

Turns out I somehow, nearly entirely asleep, managed to answer my phone, coherently and soundly bitch her out for wanting to go to Trader Joe's in the morning, suggest she just go hang out with some other friend, yell at her for asking me questions, and hang up.

Hello, sleeping beauty!

I like watching the puddles gather ra-a-ain

Gosh.

I am not very good at this, am I.

It's December now, and my chances for getting an entry in AT ALL this year are shrinking daily, and I can't even think of what to write. I mean, you know, I did some things, I guess, and went to some places, and moved home again, and quit the hell out of Target. I don't know how to sum up a whole missed year and a half and I can't even think of anything in particular except poop jokes and the trials and tribulations of helping people move, so I think I won't try much. I guess I sprained my ankle really hardcore the summer before last and I still don't have quite a perfect range of movement back. I made a bacon-wrapped turkey. I visited Jayme and Alex in Chicago in August and fell in love with a hot dog place. Which, for me, is in no way unreasonable. It's a good hot dog place. Oh geez, wait...and they got married last year. It was a neat wedding. I helped a little. I don't think I wrote about it. Where the hell did Laura Ingalls Wilder find all that free time and attention span? I miss everything.

Except hot dogs! I always remember hot dogs.

So, now I'm looking forward to spending my twenty-fifth birthday unemployed and living in my parents' basement, which, I am fairly certain, does not even remotely fit into the astronaut plans I had as a child. This makes it all the more inexplicable that I've also started dating a guy. His name is Layne. I like him quite a bit. He also has to pay for everything and drive me everywhere because I am a total catch who lives at home and is unemployed and doesn't have a license. I'm pretty sure he's getting a raw deal on this one, but maybe he won't catch on to that too quickly? Hopefully? I'd give my eyeteeth for a job at this point, which would be pretty counterproductive because then I'd have a crazy looking smile and that'd hurt my customer service abilities. I'd have to work in a lumber yard or something and never smile at anybody, ever. I don't really see myself as being cut out for the lumber yard life. Long story short, I would like a job, but would also like to keep my teeth. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.