Don't you hate it when..

... your mom beats you to the haircut you were emotionally planning on for months?

In other news, I spent the chief of this afternoon perusing used trashy romance novels at the library while waiting for a client. I have no shame. (Or boyfriend.) Instead, I checked out "Chemistry for Dummies." And, by chemistry, I don't mean the romantic kind. I mean the laboratory, periodic table with no chairs kind.

This evening it was my parents' turn to host the rosary + bbq evening. I had my first beer in a week since Texas and I kind of regret it because I'm feeling loopy and not in the mood to get anything done. Did I mention I just had one beer?

You can't handle this.

toobin'

(Not smoking, not in an opium den. Obviously at Zeke's!)

Just a few days ago, I was floating on an inner tube down the Guadalupe River, beer in hand, friends in tow. (Or, float I should say.) Today, I spent most of my time memorizing important periodic table elements and making chemical conversions. None of which involved any beer. If this ain't post-vacation blues, I don't know what is.

I miss you.