The worst part of this week is the fact that on Tuesday, all my training for the week got pushed out to the end of August. Which means, I could have gone to Mexico. sigh. I guess that's really God's way of telling me I wasn't supposed to go.

Tonight I'm off to that smog-infested, traffic-ridden part of California also known as socal. For... as usual... another wedding. Why do my friends keep getting married down there?? Blah. Norcal is so much better. go bears!