A Carless Man's Careful Daughter

It seems unreal how I come home and immediately get sick. Home is supposed to be a place of health and wellness, and I haven't been sick all semester. *pout* I must be the only kid in college who eats better there than I do at home. Or maybe that has nothing to do with it. Maybe I'm allergic to...dog?

"Hey- look! It's Jason Mraz!"

"No- I'm just a guy wearing a hat."

"Yeah! That's Jason Mraz!"

It's like summer in that I'm alone in the house and bored. I would be making a jumper to wear to Thanksgiving dinner, but I'm not really confident in cutting things out yet. We need to do some alterations on the sizing because it's a teen pattern and I, fortunately, no longer fall under teenage sizing. And I really don't want to screw it up.

I hate how I can hear myself BREATHING.

But it's so awesome how friends work. Like- how you can meet up months later and pick up right where you left off. How you lose track of time discussing the Watergate Scandal or the best way to make fajitas. How you can build a fire down by the lake just because you want to. Or how you can tell him anything just because you trust him.

Yes, it's just like summer. Minus the cute sundresses and everything else pertaining to warmer weather.

How many telemarketers does it take to change a light bulb?

Only one, but they have to do it while you're eating dinner.

Down with the sickness,

T.T.