I just finished mny book. It was a nice little retreat while it lasted.

Now I'm back in the grip of the real World, and all the changing faces it is presenting me. I don't even know what I'm doing tonight!

Let alone how I'm getting to North Carolina. My dad called last night. Maybe he can take me all the way, maybve only to Bangor. It depends, on if he can convince Jennifer to do it, or if he can find a second driver (anyone, anyone?) I don't like this. I've been made offers that I took as promises, and made compromises to make them happen, and now I may be let down.

Let alone what my situation is with my finace. Maybe he is coming, maybe he can find a job, maybe he can't, who knows? Not me, and certainly not him.

The fact that everything is becoming *less* as opposed to *more* resolved as time passed is adding to my frustration and stress, which is contributing to my irritability. My patience (There are a few out there who can probably attest to the levels of my patience) is wearing very thin.

And these are only a few of the questions to hand.