Word of the Day: boilerplate Boilerplate? JD told me he had a dream the other night. The day before he had his dream, I had a thought. My thought and his dream were related, and they were both bad. That just bothered me. There've been a lot of things bothering me this past week. For some reason that I attribute solely to hormones, I felt really really sad and lonely. JD and I work a lot, but he works way more than I do, and I'm often at home by myself when he's working or at school. And so, I started feeling sorry for myself and was sad. I refused to talk about it because I usually don't talk about things--because I'm stubborn and hardheaded. I wanted JD to do something about it, but I knew he couldn't do anything until I told him because, as amazing and awesome as he is, he can't read minds. So I just frustrated myself and made myself feel even worse by not telling him. Stupid me. But then I cried and I saw Laurel, which made me feel more better, and yesterday I was all right. So Laurel and I went out on a date Wednesday evening. We went to dinner and walked around various stores. We talked, and it was freakin awesome to be with her. God, I miss being with her and Crystal so much. I just sometimes miss how everything was before all this happened. But, any road, I felt much better after our date, and I'm good now. I volunteered to work the buffet at the hotel on Thanksgiving, to seat the people. I don't know if I want to do that again. That was more stressful than working at the front desk. Some of those people were really grouchy. They were all like, 'We had reservations, why can't we be in the Holidome? Why do we have to be in the restaurant?' I was all like, 'I'm sorry, the only thing you reserved was a table, not a table in a specific area. All the tables for [enter small number] are full in the Dome.' They're all like, 'Grumble, grumble, grumble.' Well, you know, if you're getting this upset about this, you don't have to eat at the Holiday Inn for the holidays. It doesn't matter if you've been doing this for so many years, you don't have to. Any road, from eleven to about one, it was back to back to back, and there were three of us seating. I would definitely would not have liked to have worked in the restaurant for that. I was having enough trouble being dizzy and trying to control the spasms in my legs. Velma let me leave at two; she said it usually dies down around one-thirty or two, so I was happy about that. And I ate a whole lot for Thanksgiving. For some reason, Victoria hosts a basketball tournament the weeekend after Thanksgiving. So it was chaos today at the hotel. When I left at eleven, we only had seven rooms left in the hotel. I hate having kids in the hotel, they're so destructive and stupid. And their coaches can't trust them enough to have them on separate floors or buildings because they're stupid, so it was hard to get all of the rooms they wanted together. It was just hard and no one was really cooperative, and did I mention that kids are annoying? Whatever, I'm home now, and so is JD. We should have a party. _____________________________________________________________________________________ For old times' sake, and because I feel like it-- May I present, for the first time on the internet, Michelle Jackson.