On the sunny side, I am currently in possession of a top-of-the-line, slightly used, recent model Bryce. Thanks to his complete lack of phone or internet, I am his only link to the outside world. This means fielding calls from his mother while riding the metro to work and then relaying her words to him. I don't mind, and quite like her. However, have you ever tried performing the job of communications conduit between a person and their mother? I have enough trouble communicating with my own mom, a Bryce is a story all his own.

On a cloudier note, the state of Virginia has decided that I need to replace my windshield. With the state of their roads, signage, and overall poor driving, the Commonwealth is worried about a crack that hasn't caused a problem in nearly two years? I was already pissy enough about changing my license and registration, now I need to spend money I don't have fixing something that really hasn't bothered me. Grr. Quite simply, grr.

Now I need to get some work done and try to figure out why it is that I've been constantly hungry for the past several days. Oh, and decipher what's going on with boy. Fun.