I hate it when astrology is right
Melody was bored last night and I was awake to beat my head against my 4041 homework. Since she’s an astrology “buff” I floated her my chart, which she proceeded to use to paint an eerily accurate picture of me. Then she got carpal tunnel, so that will be the last that I hear from her, since we have a typing-only relationship. After my homework was done, I revised my plans for a roadtrip out west. Without Melissa in the car I could definitely drive longer and stay in campsites or unbelievably shitty motels. Maybe I should do that this summer — drive to the Black Hills, Yellowstone, Olympia, Portland, San Francisco, Reno, and home.
I’m really worried about school.
I’m never gonna type again. Fatigued fingers have got no rythem.
drive longer = pee into a ‘big gulp’
shitty motels = the car
sorry to hear you’re worried about school. barbie said it best, “math is hard!”