Dear Diary . . . day by day

Saturday, June 23rd, 2001 - Upside down

Thursday was an exercise in frustration. I got in my car to drive to work so that I could leave quickly and meet Holly for lunch for a few hours before driving to Santa Cruz to see my love, my Tim. The rearview mirror had fallen to the floor, and with my neck the way it's been lately, I decided I really shouldn't be driving an hour and a half (or more) without a mirror. Besides, Ms. Sage (the car) has been wanting an oil change for months now. Usually I'm better about these things. So I stopped off along my bus route at a oil change place. It's 8am, I make sure they can have the oil changed and the mirror reattached by noon. No problem at all. I take the bus to work.
I arrive at 12:30 to find the mirror still on the floor. Seems they forgot about it. Seems the glue takes awhile to stick properly. Seems like I'll be waiting another half an hour for them to fix it again.
I wanted to go home to pack, but they wouldn't let me. Finally I get in my car, sure that Holly is wondering where the hell I am.
The rearview mirror is upside down.
It still is, because I decided the hell with it, they can fix it on Monday. Of course, it's a pain to drive my car, but I made it to Santa Cruz ok, so, y'know.
Anyway, Holly wasn't at my house. As I'm frantically packing I get a tearful phone call from her - she's in Berkeley and she's feeling very lonely. I sigh. I know how it feels, to be out here trying to find a job and make friends and feeling very lonely. I tell her if she takes the bus back down, I'll hang out for a half an hour before I go. I want to leave because of traffic, but I really haven't seen my sister much at all since she's moved out here.
Holly had sent me an email to make these plans, and I had emailed her back. She had neglected to tell me in her first email that she wouldn't have access and that I should call her. And she just assumed that the plans in her first email were ok. Sigh. Little sister!
I had such a nice time hanging out with Holly that I didn't get on the road for another hour and a half. She's the closest girlfriend I have out here, and it was great to finally get to really brag about my sex life with Tim (among other things). I know y'all probably think I'm bragging all the time here, but that ain't nothin' compared to the girltalk I'm capable of. Heh.
So, that was the first part of Thursday. I think I'll stop right there for now and update the rest later; Tim and I have things we want to do today, and the day's a wastin'.
Oh, and happy belated Summer Solstice, y'all.

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