In eight hours I will finish my final shift, and then within a day I'll be in the good old US of A (run!).
I could really go for the vacation, even if it is a 48 hour affair. Last time that I saw the US side of the family was over Easter. Before that it was sometime in 2005.
I don't choose to never see them, but my previous job... well, I wasn't allowed to book time off to visit family for two years. Two damn years without seeing my family.
Regardless, Easter was great. My mom lives in this farmhouse located on a hill overlooking a creepy graveyard. Theres a few barns, some cattle (they don't like being teased for some odd reason...) etc...
No internet, TV is slightly better than here... but not a care in the world. Spent Easter writing and sleeping. They've got a Borders bookstore a hour away that normally has good stuff.
My evil plans for this weekend include: sleeping, working on the comic, sleeping, sleeping, eating?, teasing cattle (from outside the enclosure this time, I've learned my lesson), sleeping, having myself crowned Emperor of America... you know- the normal.
Maybe I'll bring a camera along, the area is so beautiful compared to this gray sprawl I live in.