Yesterday was my last day of work. As happy as I am to leave, I was also strangely sad. I hadn't really expected that. The new workers are so much fun, I'm disappointed that I don't get to work with them. Will used to work with the O.C. Sheriff's Department, and now he's becoming a fireman. Angie does taxes (do they have a particular name?) and offered to do mine for me! Haha. Joe goes to Ferris, so I'll see him occasionally, I'm sure. I hope so, he's such a sweetheart and so much fun. I'm going to dinner with Sandy on Tuesday, so I get to see her one more time before I leave. :o) Yay.

Friday night was great- why did I get a migraine halfway through work? *awesome* Does anyone else feel the need for physical touch when they're sick? Not in some sexual, perverted way, I just crave contact when I feel ill. Actually, it's at times when I am sick that I most want a boyfriend. Just someone to hold you while you're shivering/sweating. Oh, and don't eat fruit salad if you're experiencing nausea, it's just a bad idea. Angie said maybe all the headaches I've been having lately are tension headaches. I don't feel stressed at all, but it could be a possibility I suppose.

If you want to read a book, and sob some while you're at it, read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Piccoult. Soooo amazing. The concept is especially relevent at this time (genetic/"designer" babies) and the ending threw me for a loop that I never saw coming. Oh, I read it until about 2:00 last night. I just couldn't put it down. Anyways, read it!

I leave on Saturday. It's so surreal. Wish me luck, and hope that I'm not the kid who sits on her bed and cries all day, lol. (And if I am, drag from my room and beat me or something.)