Got my pictures back today, they're okay. The ones from DeuxBeers are fun, except in the ones with John holding onto me and Adrienne on the bar, I look like a munchkin. A munchkin.

I'm at work, doing no work again. It's very very quiet in the office.

I had the morning off, and I packed, quite a bit, actually. I was planning on cutting my hair and going to the bank, but packing was it. I think things should fit back in pretty easily.

I'm nervous (or something that feels similar) about going home.