I Must be Pregnant

Ugh.

Just ugh.

It's so strange to read things you've written. Especially if you're me. Case in point: I meant everything in my last blog entry, but I sound like a blubbering drunk idiot in some places.

So ... I'm home alone here now.

You know what that means? I know you do.

...

LAUNDRY! Yess.

And blasting music. And shouting my German vocab at the top of my lungs. And ... sleep?

I'm going to go take my crap out of the dryer, read some stuff I need done for English, and then take another nap.

Sound like a plan? Good.

Heading home tomorrow. 5 people packed into a small-ish car.

I'll let you know how it goes.