Whatever. She now said that she's coming Sunday. She said she no longer works weekends, but frankly, she needs to make this up to me. After all, she promised she'd be here yesterday/Thursday. But I have plans to make a run to Clear Lake, Iowa and see the The Day The Music Died Memorial. It'll take 2 1/2 hours to get there, and it'll be hot as hell Sunday. On top of that, she said she'll be here at noon. It would be best for me to go down there as soon as I wake up to attempt to avoid the heat, but now I have to wait and answer any questions she might have and leave in the afternoon. And what do I do if she's late?
And yet, because of this fuck-up, I am even more determined to go down there and see it. Doesn't matter that I won't be back up here until it's 8 or so. That's what I wanted to do Sunday, and I'll fucking do it even though ****e* basically fucked up my plans. Shit, it might be good at this point that she doesn't cum. Dammit, so fucking unreliable. ...
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