Who Says You Can't Go Home
Dec. 20th, 2006 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hector_rashbaumI wrote this when I got home from work this morning at 10:00 and for some reason it never posted. Neat.
Friday's gonna suck. I'm going to work, for which I leave at 5:30 and get back at 10, and then I have to get the room together and pack in time to leave the dorm to catch the 12:00 downtown to catch the 1:00ish to Boston to catch the 2:45 to White River Junction where my daddy will pick me up at 5ish to get me home around 7:30 (8, if we stop to eat, which we will, because we always do) at which point I will drop dead and wake up no sooner than Christmas if I can help it.
Reasons I am looking forward to going home:
Reasons I am NOT looking forward to going home:
I say I've resolved to do that but the chances of me chickening out are extremely high. And I might just take the mildly cowardly way out and e-mail them to tell them tonight or tomorrow before I go to bed so I can give them time to process it before I have to deal with it face-to-face.
Or maybe that would ruin Christmas.
I don't know. This isn't fun.
Naptime.
Friday's gonna suck. I'm going to work, for which I leave at 5:30 and get back at 10, and then I have to get the room together and pack in time to leave the dorm to catch the 12:00 downtown to catch the 1:00ish to Boston to catch the 2:45 to White River Junction where my daddy will pick me up at 5ish to get me home around 7:30 (8, if we stop to eat, which we will, because we always do) at which point I will drop dead and wake up no sooner than Christmas if I can help it.
Reasons I am looking forward to going home:
- Seeing the pets
- Seeing friendseses
- That's where Chrissy sent my present and I'm all curious
- Distribute gifts so everyone can go "omg you are teh perfect present purchaser"
Reasons I am NOT looking forward to going home:
- Getting my wisdom teeth out on the 29th
- No time, space, or things to myself
- Severely limited computer time, which translates to severely limited Chrissy time ( :( ), plus severely limited privacy during said computer time, which translates to zero chance of any writing getting done
- I've resolved to tell the parents I'm not straight (and "not straight" is as specific as I can really get with myself right now, for some reason [part of me says "don't tell them until you can clearly define it", but that's the cowardly part]) and about Chrissy - or at least that she exists, not necessarily "I met her on the internet and she's the reason I didn't pay attention to Mom whining about how much time I was spending in North Carolina vs home over Thanksgiving break"
I say I've resolved to do that but the chances of me chickening out are extremely high. And I might just take the mildly cowardly way out and e-mail them to tell them tonight or tomorrow before I go to bed so I can give them time to process it before I have to deal with it face-to-face.
Or maybe that would ruin Christmas.
I don't know. This isn't fun.
Naptime.
