Cafe au lait
Had to go up to PDX to pick up my Virginian Aunt, who was up there for a church conference on peace and reconciliation. She seemed to have had a fantastic time at said conference, which is nice.
Went up with my Mama and my baby sister, it was good to spend some time with them, and also good that I didn't kill them. I did get frustrated at a certain point, and I saw myself doing it, and heard my voice changing, and tried to calm myself down, and couldn't quite do so convincingly, which made me kinda happy in a way I can't quite explain. I was made more happy by the fact that I eventually realized that I had to rely upon myself to navigate, and that I was able to do so on instinct, or intuition, or whatever.
I would just like to state for the record, that whoever is responsible for posting (at least) 2 freeway signs that lead to dead ends, with no other signs in sight, is an asshole. (In all fairness there was a fair amount of road construction going on, and I'm sure that the further signs that would have directed me on where to turn after I got onto the streets that eventually dead-ended had been temporarily displaced, this doesn't mean I'm not pissed about it though)
Anyhow, between the combination of my family's intense lack of planning and the poor city planning, I didn't make it to sleep until after 3.
Thank goodness for coffee.
Went up with my Mama and my baby sister, it was good to spend some time with them, and also good that I didn't kill them. I did get frustrated at a certain point, and I saw myself doing it, and heard my voice changing, and tried to calm myself down, and couldn't quite do so convincingly, which made me kinda happy in a way I can't quite explain. I was made more happy by the fact that I eventually realized that I had to rely upon myself to navigate, and that I was able to do so on instinct, or intuition, or whatever.
I would just like to state for the record, that whoever is responsible for posting (at least) 2 freeway signs that lead to dead ends, with no other signs in sight, is an asshole. (In all fairness there was a fair amount of road construction going on, and I'm sure that the further signs that would have directed me on where to turn after I got onto the streets that eventually dead-ended had been temporarily displaced, this doesn't mean I'm not pissed about it though)
Anyhow, between the combination of my family's intense lack of planning and the poor city planning, I didn't make it to sleep until after 3.
Thank goodness for coffee.