Word of the Day: sciential We're moving in officially on Saturday. We're moving stuff in the apartment tonight. Well, I'm not because I have to work, but JD and his mom are. I'm pretty excited about the move. I just hope hope hope it doesn't rain anytime before we're actually moved all in because rain + cardboard + moving = nastiness. For some reason unexplainable to me, Velma has been putting me on the schedule in the afternoons. I asked for Saturday off because we're moving, but hopefully she'll give me Friday through Sunday off to recouperate. Well, I really want Friday night off because I want to go to Homecoming and see Michelle direct at her last Homecoming game, but Velma doesn't know that. However, since I'm working this afternoon/evening, I won't be able to work tomorrow morning, so I'll probably be working tomorrow afternoon/evening. Hmmmmm...this means there might be some switching or something going on maybe, hopefully, fingers crossed. I talked to the girls last week. I really really miss them. I miss being in Irving and being silly and studying. I miss the environment, I miss learning, I miss being with the people who are so much like myself. When JD went to school for the first time last week, I almost didn't know what to do. I knew UD wasn't starting till that Wednesday, but he was there, he was learning, he was in the environment I dearly love so much. I suppose I'm jealous of him, of the girls. I'm trying to read Le Morte d'Arthur, and after that I want to start on my Lit Trad books, starting with the Iliad. Man, I really am a dork. On the baby front, all is well. I'm still like, 'I can't do this' every once in a while because, you know, I can't even take care of myself. I've got to take care of a screaming bundle of love and sleeplessness in a short paltry few months. Jesus Christ, I can't do this. It's impossible. But, it's really not. I'll be fine, we'll be fine, the baby will be fine. I'm going to go eat some Twizzlers before I get ready to go to work.