[The second tan of the season...] "What would you do with 30 million dollars?" Mei asked as we retreated back to the real OC and laid out in the sun for an attempt at the second tan of the season. "Lot's of things," I replied. And I began to list all the things I would do if I were able to win the lottery and had 30 million dollars." In theory, winning a couple mil would solve everyones problems right? This was a bad idea to have a four day weekend... now I'm just dreading work wishing that the billboard that flashed 33 million dollars was a sign to me and Mei to buy a ticket and win that pot! The sun beaming down on my caramel skin, I laid there in awe. Wishing that this was the very heart of my exsistance. Laying in the sun in the OC. A mother of two was laying out near the pool, string bikini and washboard stomach. I envied her... yes because she had two cute kids, yes because she could rock a bikini, yes because she had a washboard stomach, yes because she had all that and two kids and was probably double my age and yes because she could probably hang out by the pool and do nothing like this tomorrow. Why am I so lazy all of a sudden? 9:00AM... my goal to get to work tomorrow by 9AM sounds propostorous now that I think about it. Who am I trying to kid? I'm going to mosy on over there around 10:30 like I always do. Time card due tomorrow, staff meeting tomorrow, administrative assistant gone because of family problems. The work routine is starting up again. I can smell the frustration. I have work next weekend =/ There's so much to do, but no time to do it... especially when it comes to work. I think my mini vacation has shown me that life isn't all it's cracked up to be. I hate the R word. I hate doing the same thing over and over again. I hate wishing that money could just grow off trees and I could just live in my condo in the OC and lay out by the pool all day while I made a living off of writing the Great American Novel. I'm H-wording life right now I think? But why? I had a great time with some good friends last night, and everything overall has been pretty cool. And dammit... here I am laying out in the sun, I feel the warmth of the rays kiss me as a embrace its presence on my body. I'm trying to erase the lines that were left from the first premature tan, and the first offical tan of the season. It's my vacation home away from home away from home this place. One minute, I'm in OC serenity... The next minute, I'm warped back to my room... laundry so graciously done by moms, but missed half of the clothes that needed to be washed so I have to do my laundry anyway. Unfolded pile of clothes at the foot of my closet needed to be folded. I can hear SB on the phone as the television acts as background noise in the living room. The light click of the keyboard on my laptop fills my room as I decided to shut off Itunes and call it a night. I stare aimlessly at the wall... wishing for some meaning behind all these jumbled words I'm saying at the moment. I'm still in street clothes. Wishing I had some place to go right now... Dreading the place that needs me tomorrow... and wanting to be somewhere else today.