Day One.

My cousins left this morning at 8:18AM for their vacation. They'll be gone for sixteen whole days. Ugh. So yeah, this is obviously "Day One" out of sixteen long, lonely days...

I had work at nine and so I just had enough time to down a small bowl of cereal before heading off. I worked for nearly thirteen hours today. I worked from nine to four and then from five to close. During that lone hour I went next door to the park and ran. It was fun, but incredibly hot. When I came back in to work my face was beat red. It always is after I run. Like tomato red. And against my white skin it looks really obvious. I felt rather embarrassed.

After work -I got home around ten thirty- I called my dad and told him that I was just going to drive down tonight. Why not? Either way, morning or night, I'd still be tired. And my family was going to head in to church early in the morning and practice and song that we were going to sing in front of the whole congregation. So, after I showered and packed, I loaded everything up and headed down to my parents. By that time it was a little past eleven.

The start of the drive was fine. I listened to my ipod and did whatever... FYI I managed to kill an armadillo when I was just half an hour outside of town. It was really gross. I was going seventy-plus miles per hour and it was very dark. I didn't see the poor ugly thing until it was right in front of me....and then I didn't see it anymore. All I heard was the loud Buh-Kunk as it tumbled under my car. EWW! I hate road kill!