Bleh. Irritated by a particularly non-productive day here in the office. Know I need to spend lots of time researching web stuff, but I can't seem to tear myself away from voyeuristic behavior of looking at other people's blogs and running google searches for my own name to see what other people named Kate Foster are doing with their lives. Apparently, there's a Kate Foster who's got a Ph.D. in robotics. I have no Ph.D. I know nothing about robotics, except I wish I had a robot. It could, like, do my laundry and clean and morph into a John Cusack look-alike. Yeah.
T-minus 24 hours til I'm slated to arrive at parents' Pennsylvania home for five days of holiday fun. I've been mentally preparing myself all day for the interrogations, and for various activities which will make me more actuely aware that I live in an alternate universe. Friday I get to travel with my mom and my soon-to-be aunt to the place where almost-aunt and uncle will marry in September. And then we'll talk about wedding plans. Saturday, I get to go to a luncheon being hosted by family friend Autumn, who's getting married in May. I'm a bridesmaid for both of these events. This fact will inevitably lead to a barrage of familial questions about the status of my love life, at which point I'll smile, make caustic comments about my lack of romantic involvement and the fact that, as a webmaster, I've completely lost all ability to communicate with others unless I'm staring at a screen. Then I'll smile, walk off, and pour myself more rum. If I'm really lucky, relatives will, as a last-ditch effort, launch an interrogation about the marital status of my male chronies from high school and suggest I might contact them whilst in town. "That's not a bad idea," I'll respond while thinking that I'd rather shove a rusted ice pick directly into my inner ear than talk to anyone I went to high school with. Wheeeeeeee.
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