Tuesday, Jun. 17, 2008 - 7:20 pm

I'm sitting in a hotel room in Champaign, Illinois. Night two of a three night stay. I miss my furry kids already. I don't like being away from them, especially Jasper now that he is getting on in years.

For the first time ever in my work travels, I have to share a room with one of my coworkers. I don't like it. Nothing against the girl I am rooming with at all. I'm an only kid. I live alone. I don't like sharing. Plain and simple.

Four of the guys I work with are here too. The girl and the guys all work for the same branch and I work for another in the same company. Everyone keeps wanting me to go out and do stuff with them and, for whatever reason, I have not been in the mood. They must think I'm a terrible loner, but that is exactly how I feel. I just enjoy having the room all to myself and being able to be a slug now that class is done for the day.

I've taken myself out to dinner the past two nights and I've driven around a bit and snapped a few pictures. Then I've come back here to cuddle up in the recliner and just be.

One of the guys asked if I wanted to go to the golf course with them tonight and hit some balls around out on the driving range. I didn't mean for my response to come out so quickly but "Oh HELL no!" uncontrollably leaped right out of my big mouth.

I'm going to continue to blame the mild form of Tourette's that I have been plagued with pretty much my entire life.

I'm usually more social than this. The people I am here with are nice enough, I guess. I just don't really feel the need to hang with them for some reason. Which is just odd for me. When I got sent to Arizona for three weeks I hung with my classmates all the time. Two guys in particular and I were inseparable. We went to happy hour and took turns making dinner or we would go out to eat together every night, we hung out by the pool or went walking around until time to call it a night. We went to the Grand Canyon together one of the weekends. We played poker. They took me to the doctor and ran to pick up my prescription when I got the worst sinus infection I've ever had in my entire life and they brought me the boxes of kleenex from their rooms because I went through all of mine.

I guess as they say, I'm just not feelin' it with these people.

I wanna go home and be with my babies.

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