written at 11pm on 10/28/11:
Welp, we did it. We lost the World Series for the second time in a row. Of course by we I mean those select players who have the training and have worked their asses off all year. So...yeah, it is easy to get angry or sad or what have you, but it isn't really about our disappointment. Still...kind of severely sucked. I think I had dreams about baseball last night after that tragic/epic game. Now to wait for next year to try and do it all again.
Mom is having issues with my impending departure. She thinks we have hardly spent any time together despite the fact that she has been off all week and I have been in the house the whole time minus one excursion with my sister yesterday. She says we haven't gone out to eat or anything, conviently ignoring the massive amount of pain I have been in the past few days due to cramps. I even threw up the other night after I finished writing about my stomach hurting. Ridiculous.
I am anxious to get back only because I want to settle in before Monday and the first day of this new job and my face is breaking out like crazy without the topical creme that is in my mini fridge there. I understandably didn't want to tote it all over the state, and I figured my skin could only freak out so much in a week plus time, but this is going to make for a not so cute first day. Not that that is a real priority for me. My vainity isn't a primary trait, for sure.
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