the bitch is back
Well, I suppose I need a good trip home every now and again to remind me why I moved away. It’s boring, the same each time and my father treats me like I’m 12 again. Not going to get into it, but suffice to say that each year my trips home have gotten shorter and shorter, with good reason, and I see no need not to continue that trend.
The office is much the same, I find myself not caring much anyway. I’m just looking forward to Friday and visiting Boston and Adam and spending a lovely 5 days of vacation. Even if it’ll be cold enough to freeze my balls off, it’s new year’s.