Hello hello. At my work, there is no work. I've played the "remember the fifty states" game three or four times now. I've forgotten Massachusetts, Missouri, Idaho, and Montana.

I miss Michael. This weekend, we watched my second cousin's dance recital (it made me long for dancing), & then we and the family ate @ Buca di Beppo's. Sunday, he brought me back to San Jose, but not without a stop in Union City for a Prelude meet. That day, we had boba twice, then we met up with some of our relatives for Macaroni Grill. We followed Roo home, then after the two of the knocked out for some naps, we went grocery shopping together and ate dinner while watching the season finale (tivo'd) of Gilmore Girls (again).

So... I can't say I'm happy here, but I can't say I hate it. I do hate being away from Michael so much. I saw him more when I was in San Francisco, which makes me feel better about not going to Santa Clara. And I just wish that I had stuff to do for my job. I really am running out of things, and I stare at things for hours at a time just to pass the time. For someone who works best under pressure, this job is not so nice. But it's all laid back, and I'm in this phase where work clothes equals jeans and play clothes equals pantoologs, skirts, and anything with short or no sleeves. And flip flops. I miss flip flops.

It's ok living with my sister tho. My parents woulda driven me nuts, as they do in the first hour of seeing them on weekends. We're getting our kitchen all prettied up this weekend.

Saved! was funny until the last part, when it got all sappy. "Who's down with G-O-D?". With my religious cynicism in place, that movie gave me some great laughs.

Yoga or kickboxing come September? I can't decide.

Runaway Bride is on now. Tivo, fast internet, and being able to cook are the definite pluses here...

But I miss Michael. He's so great when he's romantic. I hope he never lets me forget that. I love you.