At work. Again. Hey, maybe someone can start paying me to write in this thing and work can be this blog. Anyone? No? Okay.

Well, she did it.

I'm supposed to call Starbucks back in another two weeks. So, we'll see. Maybe they won't hire me until after Christmas and I won't have to go through the internal battle of more time with family or more time at work. Wouldn't that be great? But then I would probably feel like I needed to spend more time at home.

I talked to my sister today. She wants to get rid of the tattoo on her arm. Or at least part of it. I couldn't be more proud of her. It's really a big step in her life, I think. Baby steps. Ironic since she just started walking again. Anyway, we had talked about getting tattoos together in July. It seems it may be a go this November. She's coming out to visit for my birthday probably. Our cousin Angelina will probably come too. I love my family and I regret not having the emotional capacity earlier in life to get close to them all. But here I am, making amends. Or something.

That being said, it's time to start figuring our what I will say now. I've never been good with the visual design.

Oh, right. There's another hardware problem with my computer. You know what that means? I should be getting a new one. After talking to no less than four people today, it was decided I have a hardware problem and was told that instead of calling with my case number, I should just go to a store because they're more sympathetic that way. Also, rather then getting a refurbished one, I'll probably get a newer one. I don't even care if it has Leopard on it. I just want my computer to work. Do you think, that since they lowered the price, I'll get a MacBook Pro instead? Yeah, I don't either. Regardless, I have to find the time to drive to Grand Rapids and back during store hours.

Does anyone want to drive to Grand Rapids and back during store hours with me?

Jesus loves me. That's for sure.

Thank you, CocoRosie.

I think I'm hungry. And I'm not tired anymore. I think I should start cooler mornings off with tea. It's more like home than coffee will ever be.

You feel like home. The good kind. The kind engraved in my skin.

I could tell you. But I probably won't.

I started listening to Iron & Wine again thanks to the car rides this weekend. And now I can't stop. No one died Sunday. That I know of.

-Theresa