I've been pretty bored all day, but Luke will be home about an hour from now and my boredom will hopefully end.

I worked yesterday and really didn't want to. Thankfully, I had made dinner for a coworker and I and it was unbelievably slow, so we didn't have to do much of anything.

I feel as though Friday never even happened, that I must have dreamt it all, right up to the purchasing of six boxes of Quisp on Saturday and the subsequent mailing of said boxes. I guess the feeling of having dreamt it is to keep me from being altogether too sad about the whole thing. I was supposed to be home in March and it's now almost June with no definite move date in sight.

I have done nothing all day but read, eat, and listen to music. Of course, there was the obligatory computer usage, but I don't know how much that really counts. I did, however, discover that Andy Kaufman is still alive, having faked his death 20 years ago. I also learned that Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit has a blog. Who knew? (Other than Xanga users, of course.)