I've finally made it back to my parent's house. I hadn't been here since Christmas. And I was all drugged out then too – I had just had surgery. Have had a chance to hang out with my sis & bro. And the cats – I consider my sister's cats to be my nephews. Mister is quite the lady's man; he took the chance to scratch his ears on my chest – twice!
I always feel like a little kid when I come home. For example, I got in about an hour ago (1am) and was very careful not to wake anyone. Partially, this is common courtesy. But I think I still have some teenage instinct left in me – I'm afraid to wake the rents (mind you, I'm 28). Old habits die hard, I guess.
No internet at home either, unless I can catch one of the neighbors' unsecured networks. It's so weird not to have internet. I'm totally addicted – I spend way too much time in front of the computer as it is. For instance, I'm typing in the dark at 2am to get my boring thoughts down so I can post this soon.
Also, I'm starving. I've eaten plenty, however. Every time I go home, the same thing happens. I guess there isn't enough "wendy food" around. I don't think I'm that picky, but I must be. I'm used to eating what I like, and I eat pretty low fat and vegetarian a lot of the time. I'm not a vegetarian (I like bacon too much), but I tend to eat like one. My family, on the other hand is very meat & potatoes. Veggie sausage is just not on the menu at home.
Must go to sleep now. Hopefully I'll have something more exciting to report then. Or at least a good story.
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