Day 1...

My Best wester (and by "my" I mean the one I'm staying in, not the one I own) is apparently the one isolated spot in the metropolis of Erie, Pennsylvania without a Sprint connection. It's like I'm stuck in a Verizon bubble, and the only way to escape is to go to a mostly silent, forced dinner with my parents. Pretty "erie", huh? HA

Last night I came home and immediately flung myself onto my couch Dorian Gray style, and temporarily fell asleep in the shirt and jeans I'd been wearing all day, When the apocalypse started going down outside woke me up, I dragged myself up to my dresser to discover that all my pajamas had been packed away in the back of the car, along with everything else that wasn't previously nailed down to the floor in our house. Thus, I spent my last night in my own house sprawled on top of my sheets in my jeans. I still have awkward red dents in the sides of my legs.

I'm starting to miss everyone very much :-( Cell phone calls/messages/texts are much appreciated, but until I get out of this Sprint twilight zone, I can't garuntee receival/returns.