I just got back from a day in San Diego with my boyfriend.
It was nearly a perfect mini vacation (traffic was a bitch. On PMS).
I just got home and, of course, stuff starts getting fucked up again, like it usually does around here: people reply "I don't know" to everything, the bad moods are back, his family goes back to fucking up our plans.
Oh, it's so good to be home. :-/