I forgot how much laughing I do at home. It's the greatest. I don't have much else to say, really. I went to P-town this weekend and found myself surrounded by my aunts and uncles who ever so often consume conspicuous amounts of wine and end up having a drunken dance party and/or arguing slash crying for the rest of the night. Unfortunately this time it was the latter. The next day me and my Mom had a hellish ride home through slush and snow, which accumulated into over six hours. Overall it made for a pretty eventful weekend, and my gay uncle picked out a cute new dress for me.

I am so happy for break, minus that I have to work at the Bagel Inn. The hours are just as bad as I remember. I stay up far too late and wake up far to early all too much. However, the little to zero money I have in my bank account serves as quite the incentive. Falling back into this routine may be easier than I thought it would be.