Off Hiatus.
I occupy 715 square feet of soulless suburbia, conveniently sandwiched between D.C. (35-minute commute) and Baltimore (20-minute). Am intent on eventually moving to one of these cities; however, an inability to choose between the two has kept me resigned to renewed leases in my home-sweet-rental-home on the fairway. In the past, have typically leaned towards Baltimore (arguably more unique and eccentric than D.C.'s Type-A Govvie infestation), but am starting to open my eyes to the finer points of D.C...Fantastic week. Awesome. Wonderful. In spite of my protests, Jon woke up early each morning in order to drive me to the Metro station, sparing me a 20-minute walk from his house. (Sweet, sweet boy.) One of D.C.'s dominant selling points - to me, at least - is it's public transportation system; I love trains and spending the first 40-minutes of my morning knitting and listening to my iPod on the Metro is infinitely preferrable to crawling along the Interstate in my car. The class itself was unexpectedly very interesting and relevant to my job, and I certainly didn't object to spending a week away from my cubicle. Jon's own work schedule varied - (he works a lot of graveyard shifts) - so there was little danger of overkill. Even so, the two of us did spend a lot of time together and it was perfect. Oh, man...I love that boy. I really do. Am inclined to gush on and on, but - instead - will exercise a little restraint and say that - yo - we're just awesome together, okay? Was supposed to return to work after my exam on Friday, but responsibility was shrugged off in favor of running around the The Maryland Science Center. We watched an Imax movie in 3D and took full advantage of the exhibits (all tailored for children), which was just...fun. He left after lunch this afternoon, and here I sit, alone for the first time in seven days. Strangely enough...I already kind of miss him. Hah.What else? Jon's house is down the street from Nina's, so I spent one night, watching America's Next Top Model(/mourning the loss of Lisa, fuck!) with her and Andrea. The following night, Andrea cut and colored my hair; I am now a "firey redhead" (TM Jon), which was an interesting and ultimately fun shift. The boy will be joining my family for Thanksgiving dinner this upcoming week, which I'm happy about, as I anticipate supreme parental love. (Ditto with the sibling, assuming that she'll be sober enough to appreciate him this time around.) Oh, and I received a call from my auto insurance's legal department, which - a few days later - continues to burn me up. According to one inexplicably stupid Maryland law, all pedestrians injured in car accidents are entitled to full medical pay-offs...which means that - even with a police report stating that she bears full responsibility for the incident - last month's drunkard just cashed in on my policy. And there's the possibility that she may be suing me. Seriously. Even though I lack faith in the American judicial system, I doubt that any competent judge would find me accountable; still, the entire situation is infuriating and just blows my mind. Whatever.The summary is that: Rachel is happy and in love. Nathan Scott Phillips is happy and loves to eat. Rachel knows the FAR like nobody's business and encourages you to send her your questions re: Federal acquisition processes and procedures. Rachel hopes that she won't be sued. And Rachel will be making a strong effort at catching up on your journal entries within the next 48-hours; specifically, once she eats her dinner.