I should not be here.
I should be in a
jet somewhere above the
prairies, cursing the
bad food, and trying to
wrap my mind around the idea that classes start
tommorrow.
Classes start tommorrow, and I will not be there, due to what an
Air Canada rep called, "
An act of God."
I said my goodbyes last night. I
hate saying goodbye, but these goodbyes felt okay. I don't want to do it all over again on
Monday night.
No one will want to
party Monday night,
hell, I don't want to party Monday night.
I would love to stay if it were still
Christmas break, but it is definately over now, and
I want to get out of here!
Damn snowstorm!