Inside My Head (Don't forget your helmet)

So I have a confession to make. A dirty, dark secret to tell. I won't even go into too much detail because of the shame. Sooo...I had access to the password for the email of someone I highly disliked. For a while now, I've been checking it randomly, and being gleeful when things seemed to not be going this persons way. Yes, I know, total invasion of privacy, I'm a bad person. I feel bad admitting it, but had this person not changed their password today, you better believe I would still be checking it. It's like the end of an era. Part of me feels a little sad that I will no longer be "in the know." Another part of me feels like I should've stopped checking that email a long time ago and this will be healthy for me. But this person's life is such a clusterfuck that it's so entertaining to read about the disasters going on. It's never anything life threatening, I wouldn't go as far as gaining joy from someone's misery to that extent. But

Well that last sentence on my previous post was a complete lie. I totally failed on posting more often. There's a number of reasons...but the main one is that I haven't really felt like writing, not just on this blog, but at home. My writing has definitely decreased, I've been immersing myself in reading and that has taken up most of my spare time. But here I am, welcoming the new year with open arms. Back from my vacation to Mexico (more on that later, that hot mess requires its own post!) and back at work, reluctant to get 100% back into the swing of things. It's partially because I am sick as a dog and have been for the past week, and partially because after being away from work for so long, it's hard to just pick up where you left off. But yet here I am, getting what I can done. We arrived back from Mexico Thursday, on New Year's Eve, around 2:30-3pm. My sister picked us up from the airport, and we arrived and did most of our unpacking, then we showered, got