Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Good god, where do I start? I'm trying to recover from possibly the worst weekend of my life. It involved the car breaking down 220 miles from home, the AA saying they could tow us home and then, at nearly midnight on Saturday, deciding not to so me and gf had to spend the night in the car, and then, after little sleep and having run out of essential meds, having to drive for six hours to get us home two days later.
I have shaved off most of my hair in honour of being home. Believe me, it feels good. And distracts me a little from the midgie bites that are ALL OVER ME.
I have shaved off most of my hair in honour of being home. Believe me, it feels good. And distracts me a little from the midgie bites that are ALL OVER ME.
