Word of the Day: sacrosanct My birthday was not as crappy as last year's. I was off Tuesday by accident, I didn't even ask for the day off. So I hung out at home with JD and Patrick. We went to the mall to walk around, and JD and I went out to dinner. I got a box of candy from JD [a medium Whitman's Sampler...mmmmmmm], a card from my mommy, and kisses from Patrick. I'm twenty two not, and not a bit farther in life than last year. I'm going to avoid the topic of work like the plague, and only say that our managers are idiots. This weekend we're going to Laurel's graduation [Saturday] and UD's graduation [Sunday]. I'm really happy for all my friends, starting the next phase in life. However, I can't ignore the twinge of jealousy in my heart. I had a dream last night that I was showing someone around UD, and one of the professors or someone asked me if I went to school there. 'Yeah...I mean, I used to,' I said. And even in my dream, I almost started crying at the very admission of the fact. I always say that I'm going back to school when JD's done, but I don't know if I believe myself anymore. It's just too much for me to handle. Maybe it's because JD [still] doesn't have a job, but I feel pressure. I'm not saving any money, so I don't know how I'm going to pay for my school. I'm trying not to worry about everything, especially things that are far in the future, but sometimes I can't help myself from waking up in the middle of the night and thinking about Patrick and money and work and then I really can't fall back asleep. So the whole point of the above paragraph was really to explain the situation we have for this weekend. We have to be in San Marcos at nine thirty Saturday morning, and then be in Dallas that evening for UD's nine o'clock ceremony the next day. We're staying at a fabulous hotel in Dallas for $29.00 [the one thing I looove about working at the hotel] and I get to see my friends being happy. Patrick has three teeth coming in, all on the left side of his mouth. Nothing at all is seeming to come on the right side, so he's going to look funny with his teeth all lopsided. I'd been telling him he needed to start getting more teeth in, but damn. He learned to say uh-oh, so now he says that all the time. He'll accidentally drop something and say uh-oh, so I'll give it back to him and he'll throw it down on purpose and say uh-oh. So that's fun. He also learned to scream from Ethan. It's this horrendous falsetto scream or cry, and I have to yell over it for him to stop, and half the time he doesn't. I knew this was going to happen, too, him learning Ethan's bad and annoying habits. But we can't do anything about that now. I can only say, 'You're not about to shoot Mommy' and look at him evil when Patrick points something at me and says a form of 'pow'. It's finals week for JD. Thank God because after all that, he's looking for a fracking job from now until he gets one.