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i'm sitting at home on a saturday night. i supposed to be either a) working, b) at a family dinner, or c) socializing in some way. i've gone with d) none of the above.

i got someone to work my shift for me so i could go to the family dinner. that shoots b and c with one stone, but instead i fail and do nothing. i'm thinking about napping.

my family is weird. growing up i was the uninformed middle child. i would walk around whining "nobody tells me anything" to the tone of "marcia marcia marcia." i went out of my way to get out of work today. when i woke up at 3pm (because it's saturday, who cares?) my mom sent me a text message saying that the dinner "stars at 3." after i got past the typo, which is exactly what my honduran mother sounds like when she speaks, i got angry. even if i went, i wouldn't have made it until like 4 hours later because i had to bring melissa to work 45 minutes away. i'm thinking that the dinner is completely over now, since i never heard from anybody actually at the dinner. so here i am, clueless about what is going on. i could always call, but why? when i have this broken english text message that brings a whole new meaning to the words minority report.