Work is work, and kinda getting boring. No reals friends to speak of - and the only person I see on a regular basis (always at lunch) grosses me out because he can't chew with his mouth shut. Dad is saying that he's going up to Maine in the first two weeks of November, presumably to empty the storage compartment up there. Personally, I don't want that bastard anywhere near my stuff. I've told Mom she needs to take his name off the account so that he can't get in. She looks at me like I'm the devil when I say it though....so whatever. We'll see how she feels when she has to go through him to get to some of her most treasured stuff. And to top it all off, I'm PMSing. Yay for me. It's on days like this I wished I lived in a never ending Sailor Moon Musical. Yes indeedy.