But Seriously, Folks...
How long did you think I could stay away? Tuesday night I made myself go to bed, after making twenty thousand trips down the steps of my dorm (but I made my friend David carry my computer) and then making twenty thousand more trips up the steps to my new apartment (which my new roommate Michelle helped me with). My cordless mouse decided it was going to be evil and not work anymore, so I then had to buy a new, regular one. But here I am again. And I don't know what to do with myself.
Actually, I managed to accomplish quite a bit in the last few days (decide for yourself what that says about me). I had my first night doing registers at work after they finally trained me. Christy had to keep telling me, "Don't look so scared!" But I didn't screw anything up, and I had Kathleen, Kiernan, and Christy to help me, so now I really can do anything. At BBW that is.
I also decided I need to learn how to cook. I had a conversation with my new roommate Danielle that went like this: "You're going to cook for breakfast?" "Yeah, I don't have anything else." "Well, you can have some of my Chocolate Lucky Charms." "No, I don't mind." As I head off to my room, her voice echoes incredulously after me: "Chocolate Lucky Charms???" Oh yeah.
I bought pasta today. I can't possibly screw up pasta, right? Just boiling water, I can do that. I think. If anyone has any suggestions for expanding my repetoire beyond brownie mix and Chef Boyardee, I'm all ears to anything that can't be screwed up or prove lethal.