Correct Answer!

As soon as you have an answer to the question, "What are you going to do with your life?" family members get very very happy. Yes, I have a plan Grandma. Oh, you love me even more now? Why didn't I think of this sooner? I should've just picked any old plan and reaped the rewards of non-awkward Christmases 5 years ago. Oh well. It takes the wisdom of 26 years to figure that sort of thing out. I keep telling people about the Physician Assistant idea, and I think it's reached a critical mass where I guess I'll have to go through with it. I'm a little nervous about amassing enough references to make this viable, but it's not the end of the world if I take an extra year to make this happen. I feel much better though, with the next 5 years laid out neatly in front of me like this. I have an answer at parties now. I am less afraid of strangers because the awkward pause won't have to surface. I feel less dependent on Francisco (or men in general). Fucking sweet!

The Great America Tour was fantastic, and the perfect length too. Best vacation I've ever been on. It had everything: down-time reading Harry Potter, farm life, San Francisco shopping, babies (at least 4 I can remember), getting to know my friends better, campout raving, new drugs, Walgreens, hostess cup cakes, a fancy restaurant, cheapo delicious ribs, biscuits and gravy, and all that fine southern hospitality, swimming in Nikhila's pool, feeling missed, good beer at the Toronado, trying not to make Audrey laugh because of her retarded body post-op. A new place, an old place, free and wonderful accommodation the whole trip, independence with my own rented phone this time around. Ah. And unlike the last trip to the US, this time around felt like the start of my return there. Up until now I've been moving farther and farther away from the goings on in the US and haven't been too interested in the news or in emails from SF lists, but now I have renewed interest. I'll DEFINITELY be returning there in March. Anyway, I need to get started making contacts in the health care industry if I want a chance of getting into school anytime soon. This could be fun, being all serious. I care about how people are feeling physically and I read medical journals constantly, so why not get paid for it.

It's good to be back. I had to clean the narliest mold out of the back of my closet, and that sent me off on a cleaning rampage yesterday. The mold was so bad, it DISSOLVED the carpet. Yes, there is now a hole in our carpet where the mold used to be. It's nice to be domestic and have my own vegetable crisper again. And beautiful beautiful New Zealand apples. My gosh, you don't know what you're missing if you haven't tried them. Joe agrees. He returned with his lovely wife this morning and then we went to pick up the cats from what turned out to be less than cat paradise. The Sneak pooped for joy in the car ride back. Joe said it smelled like chipped beef. I never want chipped beef, keep that stuff the fuck away from me. I'm glad we're all back, can't wait until the cats relax enough to let me harass them in a loving manner. Tomorrow I'll avoid the cleaners in the morning and go downtown to the volunteer Wellington office to try and find a position in the health care sector. I have to avoid them because I brought back the wrong hair care products for Bee and I can't face explaining to her my ordeal in the Walgreens "ethnic hair products" section. It's too embarrassing. I'll never do anything nice for anyone again!