It's my birthday eve, I should be writing my paper, so do I need any other reason to write in my blog? (finally, I know. It's just so hard to write when my life is so...predictable/boring/un-newsworthy)
But there is a little bit of news. J is flying out to Maine for an interview. And since we're getting so good at the interview process, he asked to make his own reservations (that way he has no one but himself, and me to blame for the 5:47 am flight out of Maine) so he can layover and visit El Capitan E and A and maybe even my baby bro Ben. And, he will go in with E to work, but not enter his workplace until he enters Muji next door, buys me lots of things like a calendar, a planner, stationery, face scrub, I mean scrub face (black tube), and maybe a snack or two. Do they have clothes in that store? I love their clothes.
Anywho. We're really excited that he's flying out to Maine. A job would be great (and if he gets it, we can all fly there through JFK and I can go to Muji and cry and shop and eat those little chocolate frosted rum cakes that I pretended didn't have any alcohol in them because I can't really read katakana and it could be just some weird Japanese thing since I'm pretty naive when it comes to alcohol).
And I'm already meal planning for the four nights he'll be gone. There's a bbq on Saturday-sweet! Sunday is a day of rest, right? So what's more restful than cereal for dinner? Monday is family night-dollar theater and happy meals. Tuesday-Trader Joe's frozen something or another because I have to take my final. I've found that the best meal plans are ones that involve little or no dishes when Jesse's gone. I actually have to wash them when he's not here. It's rough.