There's never! Any! Time! I don't have time to study! I'll never get into Stanford!

The worst part about being off work for a few extra days (the only bad part, really) is the amount of work waiting when you get back. Le sigh.

apostrophe catastrophe!

In going through my pictures from Philly, I noticed I have more pictures of pigeons and a duck than I do of anything else. I don't know why. However, I did run across this picture:

It makes my head explode a little. It also made me remember that last night I had a dream that I got in a physical confrontation with someone based on a disagreement about grammar. Please don't judge me.

In the gang world, we use something called Fluffy Fingers

I have the day off work because I figured I'd need recovery time from my trip. And boy was I ever right. Last night, after unpacking approximately half of my suitcase, I watched some TV with Heidi, took a shower, and then fell face first into bed, never to awaken! Until this morning, when the sound of the Capulets and the Montagues fighting outside my window roused me from sleep.

When I got up, I thought of all the things I'd like to accomplish today. Like laundry and cleaning my room and running a whole bunch of errands and MAYBE going for a run. But instead, I think that I'm going to fold this load of laundry, take a shower, finish unpacking, and then spend the rest of the afternoon reading. And then who knows? Maybe if the geese are still fighting, I'll go out and pick a side. Capulets or Montagues, though . . . I don't know who to choose.

and now I need to sleep for a week

My trip to Philadelphia was legendary, even though I didn't get to lick the Liberty Bell. BUT. I did teach Abigail, in the middle of the bar, how to do this dance:

in west Philadelphia, born and raised

Do you guys want to see the awesome notepad Kat gave me? Here it is:



I'd show you the pictures of the actual letters we wrote (to both Ben Franklin and the Holiday Inn), but they're on my camera and I don't have the cord with me. So. You'll have to wait. Try and be patient, OK?

I am now going to tell you something that is going to blow your mind. I haven't watched The Office from this week yet. Can you even believe it? We were going to watch it, but I think we forgot. And then went to this awesome restaurant that looked like a diner on the outside but was a hipster's paradise on the inside. The food was delicious. So was this one drink, I forget what it was called. But it was so good. Good story.

Yesterday, we walked all around the city. Abigail used the power of Google Maps to figure out we walked eight miles. I wore sandals. This was a bad decision. One of many I have made, but not even the worst I've made on this trip (so far).

hmm

There's probably a good reason that there is a half-empty Miller Lite on the night table and there's probably a good reason there's a mostly-empty Miller Lite on the floor, but I can't for the life of me come up with a good reason for why there are two trashcans filled with bottles of Miller Lite and melting ice.

Wait, just kidding, where else would we have put the beer? There's no fridge in this room.

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again

Just kidding, I'll be back Sunday.

I'm totally cheating right now. It's actually Wednesday but I'm not posting this until Thursday, right before I leave for the airport. HA. HA. Suckers. I feel bad about cheating, but not really. You see, who knows if I'll have time to post at the airport? I might get detained because they think I'm smuggling something onto the plane. I'm not, but they might think it. Or what if I'm just too lazy to get my computer out of my bag? That's the more likely scenario, if I'm being completely honest.

Did you know when I was little, I used to call airplanes, "airpeeps?" Well, I did. I also called my mom, "Bobby," and our dog (Rusty), "Busty." Also, I had a green Carebear that I called my "dabbledoo." I don't know where the hell that came from. No one does. Not even that computer from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy that knew the answer to life, the universe and everything knows where I came up with "dabbledoo." Stop talking, Jennie. OK, bye.