What Did I Expect?

Because nothing good ever really happens for me, I will not be going to Soldotna. Mary says that's she's sorry, and that we'll go next week, and what do I say, but, "oh, fine, that's cool then, next week is good, probably better too." Which is what I said last week-- when she said-- next week.

To hell with it. I'll give Hillary the $10 I borrowed back to her and sit in my room for the next seven days until I get paid... Maybe I'll have something nice to think about by then, perhaps my OWN road trip. I'll use this next week to brew up an imaginary friend that can't accidently over-sleep or flake out.

Peace and Love,
Mungo