My weekend was not what I had hoped for. I wanted to get home, relax have lobster and a house party Saturday evening and head back to the habitat after the family dinner on Sunday.

Nope. Didn't happen.

Friday evening. I crash at 10pm. I am too worn out to stay awake any longer. Sadly, my parents are up partying three hours after I hit the sack. But I don't feel old... I swear.

Saturday morning. The starter in my car has decided to cease functioning... so I am now without a vehicle for the weekend. Also, I no longer have a way back to the habitat. Shitdamnhellcrapassfuck! (a phrase borrowed from a friend) And, this is gonna cut into my lobster buying money.

Saturday afternoon. Mom's resident dies at church. No one is going to party tonite, that's right out... Lobster feed, which is already on shaky ground due to neighbor's scheduling conflict, goes down the tubes. Just as well, I wouldn't enjoy it as much. I drown my sorrows in BBQ'd ribs and beer. I decide to veg out with the folks, so I rent Ocean's 11. I have seen it before, but it was a fun movie and I drool over Brad and Julia anyway. Ok, so Saturday isn't all bad...

Sunday morning. Ow my head hurts. I go to church to listen to the folks sing. They still amaze me. We have the family dinner. I gain five pounds, well, maybe ten... sigh... I call the mechanic neighbor that *hopefully* will fix my car. His phone is temporarily disconnected. Shitdamnhellcrapassfuck! Reality sets in and reality bites. I now know I will have to leave my car to be fixed and take a shuttle back to the habitat - bloody hell... call the boss, tell him I won't be in Monday; call shuttle, book a seat; call college friend that I haven't seen in a while, make a date for a movie; whew...

Sunday evening. I feel fat because, over the course of two days, I have eaten a whole pie.Oink oink! I pick up my date, who is an old friend from college, the younger sister of my best friend, so the implied date thing is just a joke, and we shoot the shit for a few hours over really bad coffee, and I laugh my hole off. Life is good. Finish the evening by going to see Clones! Yay, it was great, I enjoyed it *SO* much! I drop off the little darling with a promise to call next time I'm home. I crawl in to bed at 2:05am.

Monday morning. At 6:00am I dive through the shower and shovel in a little food as I race to get packed up and ready to go. I leave several essential parts of my life in my room, damnit! (The worst thing left is my alarm clock... ack! Nothing to get me up for work Tuesday morning?? Oh dear god, this is *NOT* good...) Get a drive to the shuttle for a nice five hour ordeal. (When I'm the driver, I love the long drive. When I'm the passenger, it is pure torture.) Five hours later I'm tired and cranky and back in the habitat. Shitdamnhellcrapassfuck!

And that, as they say, is that. I'll head back this weekend to fetch my lovely car. $235.00 later I'll hop in and drive it back here. Sigh. Maybe the magic fucksy faery will sprinkle some magic fucksy dust on me and I'll get laid this weekend. *smile* Yeah, I'm daydreaming again.