I should be at work

I took the day off work. I'm not really sure why I did it. It's 7am and I should go back to bed. I wish it wasn't raining. Yesterday I was in such a funky mood. I feel sorry for my sister and Connie, who had to put up with it late at night until I went to bed. Josue and Nilsa invited me to Carson's house to watch Saving Private Ryan. A war movie. Not my thing.

So I woke up this morning, checked my email and responded, and then quietly lamented not staying awake later last night. I was in bed by 10, and sleeping by 11. How sad is that? And now here I am. Awake and open to the new possibilties a new day can bring, and yet fighting the feeling that this new day will be gone before I know it.

I want to take advantage of this time off. I know I will be able to get to Mosaic on time(yay!) But what happens til 6:30pm? What should I do? If I stay home, I am forced to stay inside my room, or else deal with the rantings of my father. If I go out–great! But where do I go? What do I do? Though the options are many, the plans are few.

So I think for now I will stay online, listen to my ipod, and wait. Good things come to those that wait, isn't that the saying? Oh how I've waited. Where is my good thing?