so last night we had the girls over for dinner. we actually sat at the kitchen table for once! and dinner was very nice. i layed in bed the whole time it was being prepared, buttt i did cut up the garlic bread! and as promised, i did the dishes after :)

so i went home the other day. i was so bored after 10 minutes, i couldn't imagine still living there. not that there is anything wrong with living at home, i just need to be away. my parents tell me i should move home every time i'm there. oh well. i told my dad if he started making me lunches for work and coffee in the am i'd consider it.

i had a dream last night that i was going into labor. all i remember is knowing i was going into labor somewhere random and then Cassie and I were driving around boston, and i was on the phone with my mom who was like "you're not even in any pain? leave it to you to give birth on Friday the 13th." like i have control over that mom.

one of my patient's sons talked to me for legit 45mins today. he was really interesting though. he was telling me about how one of his sons is in kenya right now on a fellowship and about how he had this crazy breakdown when he was there and had to come home. when it was time for him to go back, he went with him. he was telling me all the crazy shit he saw when he was there. his views on things were actually really refreshing. he told me how he thought of everyone being born like a cake, and all the material shit we add to our lives are just the frosting. how some people were so obsessed with their frosting that when it all got washed away there was no cake left underneath. but people that kept themselves in check so to speak still had their cake left when all the frosting was gone. he told me that he thought i was the type of person that didn't get too worried about the frosting, "i'm sure you like nice things, but you seem to really care about the things worth caring about." he kept telling me how young i was and how as a grew up id start seeing things in grey, and not just black and white. i told him i felt like i was already realizing so much. his father was dying. every morning before he got there i would have to feed him his breakfast and every morning he choked on it.

my room is so messy. katie and i decided to lay on the floor and see if christine could find us. haha you can only see kt in this pic, but im right next to her, blending.

there always happens to be a pair of my underwear right in my doorway, as if i drop them to my ankles as soon as i walk in. strange.

so i guess i'll go clean my room before going out to dinner...or maybe ill paint my nails...hmm.