My stomach hurts from all the junk consumed. My head hurts from the damn motion sickness. My feet hurt from being forced into 4 inch heels for an entire day.
I got the same three same questions over and over this weekend:
-How old are you now?
-What college are you going to?
and my personal favorite:
-Do you have a boyfriend already?
17, I'm not sure yet, No. I think my second answer is slightly bothersome.
Still, it was nice to see everyone again. Even if I don't remember ever knowing them. And though we gathered during a time of great sadness, it felt really good to just be there with them, whoever they are.
Now, I can start on the piles of homework to complete before I can collapse into my bed and sleep, sleep, sleep. Coffee is my best friend.
I hope you all had a good weekend.
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mkp.
