I left brighton last night at about 9 to head back up home and decided to play chicken with the gas gauge. Usually I freak out around a quarter tank and fill it up then but I was in a groove and didn't want to stop until I got home. I coasted into the gas station near my house on fumes, to realize I had left my wallet and all my money at my folks' house. I had a grand total of two dollars in change, and was just so upset with myself. I got bailed out my mom who didn't work until 11 this morning and drove it up to me, but I now feel the need to go buy her something pretty for wasting her morning on me. It just makes me mad, since it was the dumbest mistake after a fun and busy weekend. I *never* do stuff like that.

On the good side, I have a new hobby to try in the form of cake decorating. Deonna's mom loaned me her icing tips so I can play without investing any actual money. I think I'll try my hand at cupcakes first since I can easily bring them into work and let the vultures swoop down on them. That's the problem with living alone, it takes you two weeks to roll through a full batch of cupcakes. Two delightful, frosting-filled weeks. mmm.