Good thing about being home: ice cream bars.

Bad thing about being home: being home.

It’s only been two days, and already I miss my stuff. I didn’t get to watch Chuck tonight–sadly the NBC site doesn’t have tonight’s episode up; hopefully tomorrow–and I spent this morning at work with my mum reading back issues of People Magazine.

ME has already given up on the week at home, heading back up to Chico on Sunday, and I dearly wish I could have joined her. I miss the video games. And my books. And riding my bike. And my yarn collection. And not living out a duffle bag at the foot of the bed.

There are good things to being home, though. I got to wander through Wal-Mart’s Christmas decorations with Dustin last night. I get to harass my siblings (that doesn’t happen nearly enough). K bought me random presents–and handed over a sweatshirt that was too big on her but perfect on me. And the chicken caesar salad for lunch today? Nearly made up for having to wake up at 6am. Nearly.

I haven’t managed any real work yet… I have a rough draft that absolutely needs to be hashed out before monday, and a class journal that really needs to be finished. And a paper for that crap Ag class.

I think, instead, I’ll fall asleep watching Joost (again), and see how unproductive I can be tomorrow. I’m thinking very. I had a hankering for fanfiction this afternoon that I didn’t get to fulfill.

–”Paralyzer,” Finger Eleven: Them vs. You vs. Me