A full weekend goes by and I feel like I did less homework than I do on most weeknights. How does this happen?
I had a great meal with my dad last night. I was on the verge of a breakdown I think when he came over to bring me my bike. He offered to take me to dinner, so we went and had an awesome pizza out on the deck of Katie Downs. It was a good way to release some tension and an especially nice surprise from my dad.
My new job at the Tacoma Art Museum started this weekend. This morning, two of the security ladies got stuck in the elevator for three hours. It's funny because the protocal for a situation like that is to call security . . .
And I'm spent.