chapter 3

Dear Diary

Today was a day of idiots. Driving too slow because there was a flake of snow in the air, tailgating because others were driving cautiously, being too dense to understand simple statements in their professed native language.... grr.

The boy (he's really 27) came over tonight. We chatted about his college plans. He's putting himself through school, but he still is a little shy about trying to get scholarships and grants. All he needed was a little direction. Hopefully he'll get some of the money that's floating around out there.

I'm tired. Going to check email and go to bed.

I still hate my job.