I'm back... wanted to write a post about the latest journey, but I find myself unreasonably stressed trying to spell "traveling," because, two els? One? Grrr. So I'll just say I hugged my gramma and my uncle and aunt and the rest of my beloved family, and we talked about my uncle a lot, which was cool. I didn't know him very well. Then we went to Ikea on Sunday and I bought a bed, but really, I wanted to stay there and hide and just live happily forever. We shopped for about 10 hours. It wasn't enough.
Hated each and every travellller who crossed my path today. That's all I'd better say about that. But I'm happy to be back home, here in St Pete, although I have to go back to work tomorrow. I really don't want to.
[Yikes! I think I may have left a draft of my cross-dressing story on my sister's desktop. Mom, if you're reading this? Tell Jane not to click on the word file called "punk." For her sanity.]