I am so ready to go home it's silly. I didn't realize it until about two hours ago - I'm tired. I've been busy and happy and busy lately, but man oh man I just want to go home for a bit. Among other things, it will be so fucking nice to not have to literally race to get my share of the groceries because I live with two boys and they consume food like monsters. (Seriously, last week Dan and I went shopping and Dan bought FOUR loaves of shitty cheapo bread, and I bought one loaf of nice bread; I came home one day thinking, "I would really like a sandwich," and Dan had eaten all of my bread because he ran out of his because he eats four-five sandwiches a day and OH DEAR GOD DON'T EAT MY FOOD.)
So yeah. Going home will be nice. Spending 15 hours in a car with a cat will be less nice, but Mr. President and I will deal.
The boy flew back to Colombia today and I miss him already because we're so disgustingly fucking cute like that. Hah.
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