Well thanks to those stupid foiled terrorist attacks in Great Britian, my boy got delayed. He is unable to come home tonight. He will have to wait until (worse case scenario) Monday. At the earliest he said probably Friday...but I am kinda gloomy now to the point where I don't wanna get my hopes up. What's the point? I might as well just expect him to be home on Monday. He said he's gonna have to go to Germany instead of London because of all the stuff going on there so he's not gonna be home tonight.

Am I bitter? Yes.
Am I upset? Yes.
Is it all his fault? No.

What a bust.:(

I think I'm just gonna go back to my bed and sleep. Maybe I'll end up sleeping through the fireworks so that I won't be upset when he can't make it home to see them with me.

In other news, I went ahead and put my two weeks notice in at work today. I will be done at Petsmart PetsHotel as of the 18th of this month.

I've applied at quite a few places and am hoping for some sort of call back of some sort.
It'd certainly make me feel better knowing that I had a job to start up with in August.
We'll see though.