I know "execrable" means "deplorable, of extremely bad quality, or hateful", but I really always think it means, simply, "crappy". When I think something is execrable, I imagine monkeys flinging poo at it. I can't help it! Today is execrable. I took Ian to DPS to get his drivers licence renewed. I dropped him off at 11:30, went to work and picked up my paycheck, and since it was pretty busy, helped them out with some little things that made their lives easier. They still haven't replaced me [rolls his eyes]. Joe asked when I was leaving, and when I said next thursday, he said, "Well, you could have worked another week!" No, no I couldn't. I got back to DPS around 12:45 I guess, and Ian hadn't read much of the book I lended him. We talked, I drew a celtic knot, let him doodle while I read, and we finally got finished at 2:45. Yes, he was in line for more than three hours. Ugh! Now, I'm home looking at the mess that is my room thinking how much I want to burn everything not book-shaped (I don't burn books). And I have to go out for some errands or another, the bank, momma sue's to see if Ian or I wants any of her furniture, "shopping" because it's the back-to-school tax free weekend. At least I need some new long sleeve button-ups that I can use for work and such. I'm mostly bored with the ones I have. [sighs] And it would be nice if people said hello now and then. But then again, I've said goodbye, so they think there's nothing more to say, n'est pas? I don't intend to drop off all my friendships just because I'm moving and suck at calling people. It's like the bookshelves of things I'm not taking. I'm trying to make sure I can find them again in the future, though I'm not going to be reading them again in the near future. [sighs] It doesn't help that mom is freaking out about Ian going to College. Did she freak out like this for me? I can't even remember. I stopped worrying already. I just want to go.