need coffee
So last night was our little mini-getaway to the William Penn. All in all, very nice. Our room was a little smaller than I anticipated but that didn't really matter since it wasn't like we had a ton of luggage. King-sized beds are dope and I'm trying to get one at some point. If we get a chance to do this again I want to go for more than one night. Since we got there kind of late and were starving all that we really did was watch TV, eat and drink. We didn't get a chance to go hang out in the lobby or anything. The room service menu gave us the most laughs. Most of the meal type things were priced not unlike a normal, high-class restaurant. But then there'd be things like, under the snack section, “Potato chips….$15.00.” We giggled about that for a bout 10 minutes. The 10 oz. bottles of Coke were $3. That also tickled our funny bone. Our dinner was sooo good and worth the wait. We popped open our bottle of Cristal that we had been saving and pretended we were like, Nelly or someone. Well, it wasn't that wild. We stayed up real late and were dismayed to find that we were without toothpaste. Blech. Slept in (which was nice for me since I really don't ever get to do that) and didn't have time to eat an expensive breakfast or get a fancy Starbucks drink. I'm really in the mood for fancy coffee right now. Argh. Today we got home, my dad stopped by and fretted over…nothing really. The boyfriend and I suggested that he go to Mandala Books and talk to that guy Frank. I figured he could at least find something interesting and distracting to read there, if not find some kind of relaxation technique. He's on a buttload of drugs and well, Western medicine can only take you so far. I guess he's been to church a few times but it hasn't helped. I often found that church never helped ease any of my anxieties so I can understand his frustration.
I guess due to my lack of sleep and caffeine I picked a fight with the boyfriend. It seemed justified at the time but now I'm thinking it probably looked like a scene from “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” I'm such a bitch.
Oh my god. I DO NOT feel like doing schoolwork this week. I want to stab someone.
