We drove all but 5 minutes of the trip and he said it was coming back, that he didn't feel well anymore, but he didn't want to call in. I was sitting there in pajama bottoms and a holey t-shirt (no underwear to speak of, no bra) wondering what the hell I was supposed to do. He said he'd just go in and set up and be out as soon as possible. I settled in to read, as B&N was not yet open and I couldn't reasonably waltz in any old place looking like a homeless person, and twenty minutes later he was back and we were driving home. I called in to work, saying I had a bout of gastrointestinal havoc due to a round of bad Chinese food, and went back to sleep for almost 2 hours while he played on the computer and ate some cereal.

When I awoke, we lazed about and watched TV until I decided we should go out and buy dinner ingredients...I also just needed an excuse to go to Target and get a purple shirt. We hit the two major grocery stores in Dullsville (one for run of the mill stuff, the other for salad and soup bar. I also found 2 lb. things of strawberries at 2/$7 and I bought one thinking that 4 lbs. of strawberries would be way too much for one me to eat before they went bad.) and I got my purple shirt.

We came home, I cooked, we ate, and now here I sit, stuffed with good dinner and strawberries.

I have to work at 3 tomorrow and I won't get to see Luke until well after he's done with work at 4:30 because he's apparently going to dinner with his father whom he doesn't necessarily want to spend time with but feels obligated to. I have Thursday through Saturday off, too, so it's a thin work week, even had I gone in today.

I'm thinking of taking my skills elsewhere because the hours I'm getting just plain suck and I'm not making sufficient fundage. Yes, I spend money on myself, but that's because I wasn't able to for three-ish years and I believe I'm entitled to some new spring clothes and underwear. If I didn't take the $40 every two weeks to spend on myself, I'd be working without reward and that would blow something fierce. I save as much as I can, including my tip money (which is now destined for my plane ticket in August).