In time everything will turn out right.

Today is Wednesday, but I have thought it was Thursday. Probably b/c i had to go in to work this morning, and Wednesday is supposed to be my day off. I left promptly after the last patient was gone. I don't know why I'm so miffed about working on my day off.

I came home and pedaled to the beach. It was easily mid 80s temps, and there was a lot of people at the beach. I went into the water, too. Up to my knees. Previously, I had only waded in to ankles b/c the water is cold, but today it felt very refreshing.

I did some crosswords and then came back home. I would really like to get tan, but I didn't get too much color today. I guess I am glad that I didn't burn, but I'm still sooo pale.

On Monday, I met up with a boy I had met at a party back in the summer of 2008. He's a total goofball and the conversation was light and easy. We went to 90 Miles and then to the Hancock Building. It was pretty awesome. We got there after dark and all the street lights were on. It was packed, too. I nearly thought it was a Saturday night. The drinks were expensive, so we had one round. It was still a lot of fun. I would definitely go back up there, but only for a special occassion, like my parents visiting for my bday or something.



I felt pretty down last night. I spoke to my mom on the phone, and I told her that I had cut myself. She made me feel lousy about it, when all I wanted was a friend. She sent me and email this morning that made me feel better. My parents want me to come back to StL. I'm still on the fence. I like it up here; I just am frustrated with my job. I'm looking for another. Frantically.