I finally have my beloved computer back after six months of living at my grandparents' house. Long story, but I'm sure some of my bitterness has seeped out into previous posts, so you probably know why. If not, sorry...this is not the time or place.
So, over the last few months, I have learned a lot about myself. For one thing, I turned thirty. That means instant smart all by itself, so that was cool. Well, it was cool after I got home from my party and sobered up three days later. I also learned I'm too old to party.
I learned that I like hardwood floors and red dirt roads. Lots and lots.
I have learned that, even though I'm a grown up, I still don't get what I want, and I still want to whine about it a little.
There are other things too...when more time has gone by, I can share them. Mostly, my funny stories need some time to marinate so the people who star in them forget about it and aren't mad at me for writing it.
I have some really good friends.
I may be insta-smart thirty, but I still make stupid mistakes sometimes. They are either more fun or more painful than the ones I made as a teen...I'm not sure which, but I have a suspicion that they're both.
So, that's what I know. Night.
