No, really.
I worked nine days in a row, then got two days off, where I drove up to Kirkwood for a day of snowboarding with Sarah. The snow was ok for the morning, and Sarah and I learned two important things. We cannot trust Sarah and we cannot trust Darla. And the response to “Let’s go this way!” should always be “No, you dumbass.” ;)
I’ve put nearly 1200 miles on my car in the two weeks I’ve had it. His name is Roy, and he is still lovely, with that new car smell.
We’re leaving for Austin in about…3.5 hours. Which means I should either pretend to take a nap, or just get in the shower. Instead I’m sort of done packing, while ripping my new CDs (Bryan and I did our Christmas here, rather than tote everything to Texas) and feeling out of sorts. So tired.
Happy Festivus to all!







