O-kay.
Alright. I feel bad about it. probably worse that I should be. I don't know if I misunderstood or if you forgot, or maybe I thought it was a plan when it wasn't, but I felt bad about yesterday. I'd tried to be patient because you were always busy, consoled myself with the thought that I'd get to see you on Sunday (yesterday) anyway, but I don't really know what happened right there. I even adjusted my Anilao schedule so I'd be free on Sunday. But yeah. When I asked if I was going to see you yesterday, all you told me was you were going somewhere and you weren't sure if there was enough time after. All thoughts of things looking up have, once again, gone out the window. I don't know why these things happen to me. Maybe I'm just expecting too much, maybe I don't pay enough attention, maybe I'm just unlucky that way. I don't know.
Hay.
Hay.