Day three of visiting the folks for the holidays. My mom had her bi-annual ranting breakdown/fit (always fueled in part by the existence of my white girlfriend).
Not even a thing that's pissing me off at this point-- just something I'm glumly accepting as an unpleasant part of my life.
Visiting the folks for the holidays = no Bravo + no internet = trying to watch yesterday's episode on a slow internet connection via illegal stream at Panera (don't judge me, snobs).
On the bright side, I'm not sure there's been a comment in all of Top Chef as charming and inadvertently funny as, "I've cooked for Desmond Tutu and Nelson Mandela. Twice!"
A thing I just don't get: why I often find myself shelling out money for internet access during a flight, when I have nothing to do on the internet except update my Facebook status update with, "I just paid for internet access on this flight so I could tell you I'm in the air."
In any case, greetings from up in the sky.