i spent last night being sniffy and feeling sorry for myself. i milked the Brit for all the sympathy he has. my eyes are all red and puffy this morning. i feel okay though.
the Brit and I had a long talk last night about the job. in fact, there was a moment when we were in atlanta and we were talking about how i would get offered the job and how i would refuse it. i dunno, i just have a sense of entitlement.
ah well, it’s not in my nature to stay down for long. it’s a new day after all and if anything, this whole experience is my impetus to get my ass in gear and apply for my permanent residency and get off my work visa. i swear i’m going to do it this time. it should take six weeks to come through and then i can look for a new job. ’nuff said.
last night i realised that my mother is trying to kill me. she slips oyster sauce in everything – and then mentions that it’s her “special” ingredient after i’ve had my second serving. i have a rash. it looks like i have some horrible skin condition like the mange or scavies. thanks mom!
today we are going shopping (shocking!). i am in “buy everything” mode so it’ll be interesting to see how much we pay in excess baggage/weight at the airport. it’s still pretty hot here but not as bad as atlanta. i may venture outdoors today and get some sun so when i come back, it will actually look like i went on holiday.
tomorrow we are going out with my friends. probably tour the detroit ghetto once again. we took the Brit to the best soul food/bbq restaurant ever in the heart of the ghetto last week. he loved it. we pointed out hookers and homeless people along the way. i miss living in a real city sometimes.
on friday, it’s the weekend with the kiddies. my sister lives in the middle of nowhere. i’m assuming she has the internet (the world wide web, as she calls it) because she harrasses me every day about becoming her friend on facebook. i’ll be able to post about giving my niece and nephews chocolate and coca cola right before bed time and teaching them how to make instruments from my sister’s pots and pans. ah, the joys of being the cool auntie.
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