palindrome

I'm home. Early.
I'm so glad. I couldn't find anything to do to entertain myself in the evenings... last nite Mark and I found a Dave and Busters. We drank a whole lot and played skee ball. We won enough tickets to obtain a stuffed Cookie Monster for him to take home to his daughter.
I think I'm just making excuses for being miserable when the real reason lay elsewhere. Is it sad when a certain persons prescence equates to home? Because I know I've been in foriegn countries and not been homesick, but less than a week in LA bums me out. (and drives me to spend way too much on hotel internet access). Whatever. I'm getting old.


I'll check in with everyone tomorrow... I see lotsa activity I need to get in on, but it will all still be here tomorrow morning.
G'nite for now, kids.


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Our birds are doing naughty things. It may be time to invest in a nest-box for them. Dirty birds!