I am back home in PV again. This place is like a strange time warp where nothing changes. My room still holds my old paperbacks, the same old glasses are in the same cupboard, and my parents still don't have cable. It's a very strange trip back to the 80's.
Tomorrow is the big day when I get my greedy smurf hands on that cubby BabyD. I'm so excited it's like Christmas Eve. I'm convinced the sooner I go to bed, the sooner I'll be in San Diego. The bad news is that the rain has followed me here. Yes, I come all the way to LA and it's overcast, windy, and cold. Grrrr. Very unfair!
Checked in with Kev who informs me that the dog won't eat and is moping around the house missing me. Kevin, however, seemed quite chipper. I am conviced, however, that when I return on Sunday, all my plants will be dead, my fish will be floating, and the house will be littered with pizza boxes and empty cans. Actually, as I left, I told Kevin, "don't forget to feed the fish." To which he replied, "we have a fish??" Yes, this is my life.
So that's all for now. I'm going to curl up on the bunkbeds, read the old signatures, and dream of fat little baby legs. (I really am rather strange.)