Last night, she said…
Sunday afternoon I went to the mall with my brother to buy some things that we needed. He’d been wanting a winter coat since the day after Christmas, but he didn’t get one until yesterday because he’s so lazy. We went out to the mall and returned some things to old navy (mom’s christmas presents from me to be exact) and then bought the jacket (18 dollars! yay!) and got a gift for mom’s friend Paula who turns 50 in a few weeks. The gift was lingerie and so it made Devon all kinds of awkward to have to check out with me. I was awkward too but I mostly just found it hilarious. After the mall we had to drive around and figure out the least efficient way to go home. That was annoying, but it was really nice to get to talk to my brother about life.
After that, I went to mass with Joe and had an alright time. I still feel pretty empty as far as faith goes. I’m glad I’m making myself go back to mass though. I know that it’s important even when my faith is just academic that I go to mass so that the feeling has a chance to come back. I don’t know. It’s frustrating. and It was sort of frustrating because Joe kept making jokes about how long it had been since I was last in mass during the whole thing. wtf. seriously. i prayed that he’d be more sensitive. that didn’t work. they i just got frustrated and snappy. He finally got better about half-way through mass. and to be fair, you know… i’d been kinda bad.
We did dinner at the apartment then. I made scampi and had some beers. It was a nice dinner for the most part. And my bully wheat served beer style is always the best.
I’m dreading Webster. Seriously.
I do not want to go.