Hello all! In Chicago right now! We come home tomorrow. I'll be more extensive upon my return. My toe is still infected, but has been worked on carefully by new friend Jill. My adopted little brother Taylor, son to adoptive mother Kari looks over my shoulder now... hi Taylor! Bye now!!

Come on! You know you want to.


1. Your Middle Name:

2. Age:

3. Relationship status:

4. Favorite Movie:

5. Favorite Song or Album:

6. Favorite Band/Artist:

7. Sea or Sky?

8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?

10. What's your philosophy on life?

11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?

12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

13. What is your favorite memory of us?

14. What is your favorite pleasure?

15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:

16. You can have three wishes (for yourself) - what are they?

17. Can we get together and bake cookies?

18. Which country is your spiritual home?

19. What is your biggest challenge?

20. Do you think you're a hard worker?

21. What was your best/favorite subject at school:

22. Describe your accent:

23. If you could change anything about yourself, would you?

24. What do you wear to sleep?

25. Day or Night?

26. Chocolate or Vanilla?

27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?

28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

I have an infected toe. Just thought you should know.

ANYWAY! I leave for Chicago day after tomorrow. I'm nervous/excited. The silly part I'm actually nervous about is the actual driving there part. Road tripping with strangers...freaky! Why? Because cars are tight and cramped and if you don't instantly enjoy the person you're toushing shoulders with, you are in for a LONG car ride.

I'm also nervous because of all the break out sessions. Out on my own! AHH! And in a classroom setting, I haven't done that in awhile. And I'll be taking drama classes, and team building classes...so what if I'm made to look like an idiot? I don't think so, but we shall see. ANYWAY.

I have nothing really all that interesting to talk about. Oh well. Let's see...

Sometimes I wish I could run away as fast as I can from all things coffee. Never again hear the words espesso, milk froth, and crema. Never to tap and swirl, never again to breathe in deeply the choking aroma of mocha powder. True, I enjoy it...sometimes. But most times I just want to scream. It's not the job itself, it's not the coffee, it's not the place, and it's not the people. It's the fact that I've been doing it for too long and never seem to get anywhere. Not only that, but the hours and the randomdess of every coffee house schedule. It's hard to handle, and you never get a solid sleeping pattern. It IS a fun job, and I'm the envy of a lot of people, but every once in awhile the weird part of me craves the typical monday through friday desk job. No more working weekends! That would be heaven! While all the other normal people are sleeping in on Saturdays, I would NOT be setting my alarm for a time before the sun wakes up.

OR--- I just go the other route and become rich and famous and don't need the coffee or the desk. Just bask in the glory of the genius that is me. That would be enjoyable! Although somewhat unlikely...while at the same time too much fun to think about.

Am I done talking about absolutely nothing? Probably not... but my eyes are slowly closing, and my brain therefore slowly shutting off. I wonder why it is that working six hours today felt twice as long as the typical eight or nine hour day? It was confusing to say the least.

Maybe it was because of the excruciating pain caused by my infected toe. Indeed. The pain of toe is great. I have nothing else really to talk about. So here is where I end it.

Goodbye.