Fuck Fuck Fuck
I wanted to spend the evening talking with Plas because he's going away for a long time tomorrow, but my bastard father chased me off the computer for like an hour and a half while he sent one fucking email. When I got back Plas was gone, so I'm assuming he went to bed. It's also not helping that there's a gigantic thunderstorm going on right now and I'll probably lose power any minute. Plas, If you read this, I'll be on as much as I can tonight and tomorrow, and I hope I run across you again because I want to say goodbye. I love you lots. I'll be awake early tomorrow morning, like 10 your time, and I'll also try and be back before you leave for NYC.