I would like it if when we make plans to go out or hang out, you actually followed through.

That is all.

So nothing new has really happened since I got back from jolly old England...
I work most days, and then when I'm not at work, I'm at the hospital.

I feel bad because there are times that I am starting to resent going. I know I shouldn't be that way, and that I should be thankful that I even have a grandma to go see (for a while there, I almost didn't). But still. I'm starting to get tired of having to plan my life around hospital visits. Or, I have to learn to not feel guilty about missing a day.
Oy vey.

Maybe next weekend, after Megs and Pams' party, I will have something of interest to write about. Or not. We'll see.