Mad at me
2003-09-04 - 9:32 a.m.
Phew. My mother seems to have recovered from her fit of pique. Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of it. I think she's sad because we were there, and now we're not, and the way she decided to respond was by snapping at me.
Perhaps I'm being self-centered, but actually, I think not.
I could go on, but will not.
I rode my bike again, and it was easier. I found a better way around one hill, and it wasn't anywhere near as exhausting.
And Kevin is mad at me, too, for spending money. Pooh.
I promise that when I get a refrigerator, I'll get the cheapest, most dented one available.
Okay -- got to go.
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