something like home

it's good to be home and be out of the sand and not hear the baby cry because she has sand in her "butt crap" or see the big girl trying to strut around on the beach, wondering if she is actually tanning, and trying to check out who is checking her out.

but i hate to think that it's back to the grind.

i took my books with me to the beach but ended up not even getting them out of the car. in this case, it's not so much the thought that counts. heh..
but i did read this book and most of this book so that has to count some*.

and i didn't get the call about failing the final so i guess i'm as good as in when class starts on wednesday.

til then, what shall i ever do....?

think good things, all.

*both books were my dear friend's. the second, he finished a few days before he passed.
strange, indeed.