{profound thoughts}

Ha. Yeah, right. Me? I don't think so. I'm just trying to survive the next week at work so I can get to Thanksgiving vacation. I'm always amazed at how, when I'm at my parents house, I revert to childish behavior. I live on my own and have for almost a decade. I do my own laundry, clean my own house, make my own food. But for some inexplicable reason, the second I walk in the door at my parents house, I'm 12 years-old again. I can't clean-up after myself, I eat crap and I need my mom to hem my clothes. It amazes me.