Sunday, Apr. 03, 2005 - 2:27 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Time Changes Fuck Over the Day
This is why I like to do things myself.
It is 3:27, except for Diaryland which is behind the whole world, and perhaps except for Disappearing Boy. Goddamn. He was supposed to be here at 3pm (when it wasn't pissing rain as if the hurricanes had come to Montreal instead of the gulf coast), and when there was just enough time to get to my friend's film showing at 3:30 pm and then get to my watercolor vernissage, and then get home in time to maybe hang a bit before I threw myself into work.
Well, I have been sitting here waiting for 30 minutes now next to the door, and only the rain has shown up, not DB.
I suspect he forgot time changes. Or he's just late. I don't know. But it fucks up the whole day. I should have just taken a cab isntead of asking him to drive me. Goddamn goddamn. There are two other showings ot the film, but my friends would be at the first showing. And by the time the other showings are done (one at 4:15 and the other at 4:45) I don't think there is any way in hell that we'll get to the vernissage before it closes. I am pretty sure, being on a Sunday, that it ends at 5pm. And it is across town from the film. Goddamn goddamn.
And here I missed getting enough sleep, rushed like an insane person to walk the dog, had a shower, actually put on a cute skirt, AND was ready and waiting at the door on time.
I really thought at first he was just a few minutes late, like 10 minutes, and we could still make it. But now that it is half an hour late, and there isn't really any traffic today that I can see, I am guessing he fucked up the time change. Even though we spoke last night about 9pm.
Fuck. This puts me in a tired, cranky mood, impatient and pressed for time, which is exactly NOT what I wanted if I took a few hours off from getting ready for San Fran and taxes. I slept really badly, too stressed about how much I need to do before I go... I am about 4 days behind in everything because of the neverending South Korea work, and I just couldn't fall asleep though I was so tired.
But I thought, oh, I'll be up, showered, dressed cute, and have a break from three to five pm with a fun guy.
And it wasn't even raining. Fuckity fuckity fuckity.
If he doesn't get here within the next fifteen minutes, we won't make it to the second showing either, and then it is almost pointless to go out.
Don't rely on other people. When one is alone, one can always change plans... grab a taxi, a bus, hitchhike whatever. Sigh.
I hope he doesn't do this when he drives me to the airport on Wed night, or I'll be one pissed off lady.
Well, it didn't work. I thought starting an entry would be like lighting a cigarette and he'd show up. Nope. Didn't work at all.
I"ll go put in a load of laundry. That should help.
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