Yo. Weekend’s over. Get going. We’ve started August with a little bit of sunshine and a ginormous cloud out the back door. According to Google, we should see some of the typical weather for the day: sunshine and some isolated thunderstorms later. The heat index is already above 90°
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We still haven’t met up with Brian’s friend. Dinner at the Compound was … yeah. Ok, quick story. I told Shawshank we were having corned beef and cabbage. When we were back at the house, I realized I’d heard Brian’s mom make a comment about using the leftovers for a pea soup. My brain took over an hour to realize we had eaten ham and not beef, because it was so un-hamlike.
I slapped a bunch of dye on my head last night. I reached a point where I had several almost empty bottles to get rid of, and my fluff-mullet is long enough to use more than a handful of color now. As a result, I’m sporting a weird pink/purple/blue-ish calico. It’ll do for now. The silver was just too light for my tastes. If only it had stayed lilac.
Brian had me in the truck alone yesterday while Mom ran into a store for a moment. I think he waited a full 30 seconds before he asked when I was leaving. I’m trying so very hard to take questions at face value and not assume it’s from a place of frustration that I’m still fucking here. They care, and they ask questions because I’m not a very forthcoming person when it comes to making plans. I told him the current plan – second half of September. It’ll take me about five days to drive.
Aside from that, don’t question me, I don’t have all the answers. I’m terrified and I don’t like thinking about it right now.
