this is a battle, and its your final, last call.

soooo 35 days until i leave for europe, and thats whats up.

we've been looking at medical insurance, and we got our eurorail passes in the mail.

thanks, UPS.

and, i've just been working lots and lots and lots. i haven't gotten very many days off, its either one job or the other, so i think next paycheck will be nice.

hopefully...

ehhh whateva.

also, stacey comes home in 3 days!! hurrah! im so excited.

and thats about it.

also, here's a little rant i feel like ranting about.

its not always my fault. 'im just kidding' and 'its just a joke' seem to be your catchphrases, and they're obviously not true. if you are kidding, its not funny. and you seem to realize it wont be, but still somehow find ways to put the blame on me. its not always my fault, i just wanted you to know. you mess up most of the time. im sorry i cant read your mind, im sorry you can't read mine. is that my fault, too? that i can't read your mind? probably. but whatever.

keep telling me it'll get better.

make me believe it.

--t.