Drippy, drippy day.

Mother's Day tomorrow, and I still haven't decided if I'm going down to visit for the day. My brothers and my neices will be there, but who knows when they'll all decide to go home. Despite it being Mother's Day, there really wouldn't be any point in being there by myself. Talking to them is mostly painful even when there's other people around.

Still, I haven't seen them since Easter, and haven't talked to them since J was here. And I would like to see my girls. They're so busy, I hardly ever see them. So it would be nice to visit for an afternoon, I guess.

Way to be apathetic, right?

Well, if I do decide to go down to Rochester, it's going to cost me a bundle just in gas alone. I mean, come on. $3.65 a gallon?!??! One of the guys at work thinks the oil companies are just gouging us as much as they can before the election in November. As theories go, anything with a hint of a conspiracy about it oftem smacks of reality when talking about the government. That's why everybody liked The X-Files so much.

All I know is, I can't really afford to take random trips that far without a damn good reason. I just need to decide if Mother's Day is a good enough reason. And that sounds even more callous in my head than it does here, so I'll probably be going. What does it say about me that I'm actually leaning more towards the "probably" than the "definitely?"

Did I mention that it has been a very drippy day? And not the good kind with lots of thunder and wind and general climactic drama that makes a killer storm. No, just drippy. Drizzly. Gray. And not even particularly heavy rain. Just enough to make the roads wet. Ppppfffttt... The weather is as apathetic about this holiday as I am, I guess.

I want the sparkly bits. Make life glitter, like its supposed to.

Bored, now. Must do something fun.

Jinx