I like Mondays. I don't know why nobody else does. It's Fridays I don't like - having to sit through 8 hours of work even though half my coworkers have left early... Mondays are nice because they go so quickly. Here it is after 1 already, and since I'm being Greg this week, I get to go home at 4 instead of 4:30! That'll be nice, because then I can go home and pack some more. There's really not much more to pack, though, that I'm not going to be using up until Thursday, but I have to take down my star light and Gilbert the Koi Windsock and the wind-up alarm clock that's over my door. I like my clock's home. Too bad there aren't any shelves over my new doors.
I just realized that I only have two more days in which to sleep alone, and then I'll always have a man and most likely a golden retriever in my bed. It's going to be odd to live with someone again, especially someone that I'm dating. I'm excited, but almost sad that I'll never live alone again.
I missed all the fireworks on the 4th. I think it was the quietest fourth of July I've ever had. Yay for camping!