We never change.

I drove Krepps and Ellis to school this morning. They stayed overnight to make a video project for their drama class.

On the way home, I had Coldplay going, and I’m just tired, and people on the road are bad, and people in general are bad, in general, and so I got angry and in my road-rage fashion, I passed between two cars that, literally had I been one inch off, I would have caused a wreck.

I know they thought I was an asshole for doing it, and about 20 seconds afterward I thought to myself “Why did I do that?” This isn’t my car. Why can I risk it? I was that close. (Those were all thoughts, but I only really Knew the first one was exactly what I thought.)

Cops are jerks too.

I don’t know why I thought something would go on between Lindsey and I. (And by “go on” I mean anything that would continue on. I don’t even care about anything else.) But I was wrong. I’ve tried calling her probably 6 or 7 times in 5 days, left 2 messages, maybe 3, and she Will Not Call Back.

Either she’s busy—no, she is just probably not wanting something (anything) with me.

Eh. We had our two weeks. And they were very nice. And now they’re over.

At least I feel better at night. Thank you, at least, for that Linds. Good ole Lindsey.

My room is a fucking mess.