a Tuesday in November. And…

  Noon on Tuesday.  Not a word from that woman I thought was going to go to the Gorge with me.  You’d think that I’d be so used to this that I wouldn’t keep asking.  Why bother if, even if they say yes they mean no fucking way, not with you!  

Stupid fucking women.

Ohh!  Not you, of course, faithful reader. It’s those Real Life skanks.

For Wednesday, tomorrow, VocRehab and a job developer have gotten me an interview with TJ Maxx department store

I’m still debating whether or not going to drive out to the Gorge.

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And a new plan.

My biker friend needs a ride to the airport tonight, or very very early tomorrow morning.  His family is back east, and it’s "mom’s" birthday, so he’s flying out at 5 am, which means I have to leave his place at 3:30 am.  At least there will be very little traffic then.  I figure I’ll come home, nap, and go to that interview in the afternoon.

I don’t NEED to go anywhere today, really, and the weather report for Thursday/Friday sounds better anyway.

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