Eight days to my birthday. Woo! And I am well on the way to getting myself into the same sort of present mess I got myself into on Christmas... because I already know everything my family got me! I finally got a new winter coat yesterday (which I am wearing right now, because I think it's colder inside than it is outside). Doesn't it just figure that it's warm out now, since I have a nice warm coat. Just so I can't wear it. Darn this silly world! Always working against me. Like making me work today... and tomorrow, and then making me go back to school Saturday. And making me have more stuff to take back than I could ever cram into my luggage. And also making me have to figure out how to catch a taxi from Union Station when I get back, because there's no way I can get all my luggage onto the bus for the trip home alone. How I'm going to call this taxi, I have no idea. Especially since I don't know when I'm going to be getting back, knowing how the train schedules (don't) work.
If people here don't just shut up soon, I'm really really going to start wishing I was back in Chicago.
If people here don't just shut up soon, I'm really really going to start wishing I was back in Chicago.