so the trip was a bust in several ways. i didnt get into he study because i ran out of minutes and lost the number to call because i grabbed the wrong paperwork from the car.
i'm not sure which feels longer, driving or being on the bus for 700 miles. i'm about half an hour from town, and hour maybe from home. not that it's much of a home any more.
i had a 75 cent bag of chex mix for dinner. i didnt have $2 to buy coffee from the machine. i mean i have $100s but no ones left.
wifi on the bus sucked but i got some letters written and sent and talked tot he claims adjuster and baltimore still doesnt know if i'm in the study.
i want a meal and a bath and a change of clothes and maybe just a good cry to mourn my car. being on the bus, i'm just in endurance mode. there's a party tonight if i go. i could bike over, i guess 54
is runnable too. maybe i'll go to the all night gay diner. been weeks i think since i've had a drink. no one to kiss at midnight. i see tthe lights of my city. any minute now.
