Mrowr

So how much of a 5-year old do I feel like? My parents were here for the weekend and outside of the general annoyance that comes from my mother's passive-aggressive attacks on my cooking (not enough grease and spices for her) , it was SO nice having them here. And now they've left and I feel completely woebegone and homesick.

Yesterday was amazingly cool in some aspects. I did finally get to meet Clarissa, my online boss for this past year, and she was a complete sweetheart in person (as she is online). It was so nice to put a moving body to the name. I was bummed I wasn't able to meet the other Seattle telecommuter, but one day I'm sure I will.

Let me just make a blaringly obvious observation: Nice People Rule. I wonder if we're so used to people being either totally apathetic or actually surly and hostile towards us, that nice people beam out so much.

However, then I came home alone, and for once it bothered me a little. I really miss my dad. For a whole weekend I got to be someone's baby again and was adored and appreciated. The quilts were a big hit and dad always loves my cooking. They loved my apartment, they loved my neighborhood, they loved all the places I showed them. Also was able to make notes of places to take Sarah when she comes out in January.

Mrowr. Back to work.

*scowl*

Note to self: You can't use "My favorite pants are in the dryer" as an excuse to ditch class.

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I am a paranoid motherfucker. I was thinking about writing about some class related incident when it hit me that I was uncomfortable using real names. I mean, Sarah and Ida are real names, but that doesn't freak me out. But maybe that's also because I'm not contemplating slamming their good names into the mud.

Fake names! Whee!

So NB had to leave to do something in the middle of class. When she came back in, her nipples were sticking out of her sweater and actually assaulting people. NotTom glanced over when she came in. It was entertaining. I saw his eyes move reluctantly from the middle of her chest to her face. It's not a big deal. I mean, I was checking out her boobs, too, clearly. But it's so funny to catch someone's gaze like that. Or something.

I am having diet pepsi at 11:33pm. This is not a profoundly wise move.