So many friends are coming home this weekend. I find it interesting that I can just sit here and allow everyone to flock to me. It’s Saturday, and while most of my friends are currently packing or loading onto some airplane (or train, or car) preparing to come home, I sit here in my pj’s thinking about how I want to take a shower and then write some more.
However, not everyone is coming home and that makes me very sad. I want to spend every day with every last one of my friends, but I know that would be a selfish thing to do because they all have their families and they all have their other friends.
Mudfootball will definitely be my day for friendship. Everyone must be there. If someone was missing, I don’t know what I would do. I’d whine probably.
Well, it’s shower time. I need to clean up in case anyone stops by suddenly, expecting to see a young, spirited, fresh-looking blonde with the world’s possibilities resting in the palm of her hand.