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I was a bit disoriented this morning when I got up at 10am. I almost thought I was dreaming. First thing I did was walk into the bathroom and search for my contact case. But then I noticed how incredibly clear everything was. I could actually see my own two hands, which is generally not the case for a blind bat like me. Darn. I fell asleep with my contacts in. I hate when I do that.
I have this odd recurring dream about my contacts. I guess I�m overly paranoid that I�ll lose them or something, but I always dream my contacts are the size of the palm of my hand and I�m trying to place that sucker in my eye. I�m Korean. My eyes are not that big. So I�m stretching the top and bottom lid of my eye with one hand and trying to insert the mega-sized contact with the other.
And I always wake up before I can get it in.
Well at least this morning, my �eyes� are properly placed so I can get on with my day. Then I notice Old Mama Thug is gone. She must have left early this morning for Boston. Her and Missy Yuan are driving up for our friend�s wedding and heading up a few days early. BaeWhack and I are flying up on Friday.
So OMT is gone and will be celebrating her Independence day in bean town. I�m supposed to spend it with the siblings in D.C. But when I walk out into the living room, everything is eerily quiet. I check my sister�s room. Empty. And then I remember OMT mentioned KC might have gone up to Atlantic City with her boyfriend for the holiday. But I thought we made plans to celebrate it together here in DC.
So I walk over to my brother�s lair and take a peek inside there. If he�s in his room, all I have to see are his huge feet dangling from the end of the bed (he�s too tall for the twin size bed he has in his room). But all I see is a huge pile of clothes and dirty socks congregating (and I also think molding) on his bed and the floor. Hmmm.
My brother was the one who insisted we celebrate this 4th of July together as a family. This is his first year in D.C. and he�s never seen the fireworks, so he wanted to go check it out. Initially, my sister and I weren�t too thrilled with the idea. I mean, going into the nation�s capital on Independence day is like voluntarily throwing yourself into a mass riot where you could get stomped and have explosives (or at least those sparkling sticks) blow up in your face. Fortunately, I�ve survived the past two years without a single battle wound (although one time I did almost get my eye poked out from a miniature American flag held by a kid sitting on his father�s shoulders).
But it�s the nation�s capital. Not everyone gets to spend Independence day in DC along with the President of the United States of America. Yes. How exciting, huh?
Of course, feeling somewhat abandoned right now, I may not get to see any fireworks at all this year.
Where is everyone? Or am I still dreaming? Hmm.
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