I am the Fun Patrol! Now go play Wii.

This is the last post before Vermont. I'm not sure if I feel like writing there because the internet is shoddy and my stomach hurts too much right now to care about anything else other than this post. I don't know what's going on with my stomach other than maybe I shouldn't have eaten any of the family dinner. I don't know why people eat at work, the stuff is pure poison. I was fine at work other than sweating to death through both shirts. It wasn't until I got home and laid down for a bit that my stomach erupted. Ick. It's frustrating because I'd like to be able to get a little bit of sleep before I have to get up and drive. The closest I could get to a back rub is positioning my bed so that the air blows on my back, but every now and then my feet get too cold. The good news in all of this is that my ear no longer hurts even though I still have to lie quietly on my side while I put the drops in my ear. 

I have a strong desire to watch The Proposal right now. I was talking about it with a friend at the bar last night. Apparently he likes it and last night I had a strong desire to watch it when I got home, but then I didn't so now I want to watch it now. There's a strong possibility that after I finish this I may watch it. I've been watching a lot of SVU lately so I could go for an upbeat change. I could also go for a change of nail polish. I had my nails done last weekend and they looked really good for a few days, but work has gotten to them. I think I'd like to do the OPI axxium gels that I've been hearing about. A friend's girlfriend was telling me some of her nail horror stories last night and I'm terrified of anything other than UV cured shellac on my nails. Absolutely no tips for me. 

Rufio! Rufio! Rufio!

I'm feeling a bit like a Lost Boy lately. Everyone is starting to find their place lately and I'm still looking. Yonni has Israel, Marg has Baltimore, Anna has Philadelphia and I'm still hoping Peter Pan will fly through my window and take me second star to the right and straight on till morning. I have a few months before I have to figure out a plan or even an inkling of a plan and right now I have nothing. Ideas fly through my head all of the time and I keep getting told that I am resilient enough to make it most places, though Yonni does like to tease me and say that I will end up with my parents in Vermont in May. I just kind of sucks to have friends that are so sure about what they are doing. Yonni is going to be a writer, Karrie a nurse and I'm Voyager 2 floating through deep space just waiting to be crushed by another body or until I break down and stop transmitting back to Earth.