I was kind of semi-depressed all weekend. I was feeling a little homesick which sucks when you have to be fake nice to people all day at a job that also sucks AND it was Coachella this weekend and I wasn't there. Super bummer. When I was walking home from work yesterday I saw a duck sleeping on the edge of a pier. I felt like kicking off the pier and into the water. But I didn't.
It was nice, however, to have Derek's parents over for to visit. We had a good time sightseeing and trying out some new restaurants. I know Derek was happy to see them.
This morning I smashed my finger so hard putting away dishes. It's still throbbing and swollen and starting to turn purple.
