1.08.2009

It is a rule: nothing goes the way you plan it.

Minor flight crisis. I'm now leaving even earlier, meaning we have to leave the house no later than 4am.

Took a bath anyways. Bath ball dyed the tub (and me) bright pink.

Quick flare of tempers with dad.

But I have 4 hours to sleep and Intelligentsia coffee to wake up to.

There are worse things.

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