Anyway, today was just like every other day, except Mondays are nothing like Fridays. Today was boring and nothing exciting happened. We both had horrible sleeps. I felt like I was awake more then I was asleep, but I know that's not true. Kitty was wide awake and therefore, so were we.
We got up and Tyler showered while I made breakfast. French toast is so good in the morning. Then we went to work. Work was nothing special. Today was my last day being trained. I was asked if I felt like I knew everything...how can I answer that? All I know is that last week, I was trained in stuff I am not going to be doing, so you can guess how prepared I feel for this. Good things it's not really life and death stuff I deal with.
And that was the day. We went to work, and nothing really happened. Horray.
When I got home, I could smell something super tasty cooking away. Its almost handy coming home after Tyler, because dinner is usually at least started. Tyler had made us potato halves, with garlic and cheese and it was so good.
We laughed a lot today. It was a good day in that sense. I love laughing with Tyler.
Tyler is now trying to book flights home again for Tony's wedding, only our internet is not working. I'm not doing anything, as per usual. If not looking forward to tomorrow could be acted out, I would be doing that. I'm a little freaked out because the girl I am replacing does a lot of work here, and I don't feel all that ready to fill those shoes. I'm sure it will go better then I'm picturing it, but there's always a little fear in new things.
The rest of tonight has no plan. We've decided not to eat popcorn before bed any more, because I had another strange dream last night. This time, I was on a boat, with lawyers, doctors and Dane Cook. There was also a giant waffle and a being pulled out of the water. Too strange to describe.
Any way, it's late for all you who are reading this and I'm sorry...internet, geez!
-Sonja
Kitty is still out of her food but I fed her by spoon so she got a bit of nutrients in her.
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