Kathleen

Hi Journal.  Last night was my last day at fair… I think.  I’m really not satisfied with my “fair experience.”  It’s not the rides and food, but the social aspect that’s disappointing me.  I never got to say goodbye forever to Jeff, which is really bothering me.  I never got to see the Russian again either.

Actually,  I did.  He blew me off.  He was “stamp man” tonight and he stamped my arm as if we had no history.  I’m not that bothered considering we don’t actually have a history…

I guess that’s the end of my fair saga.  I hate to see it go (but I love to watch it walk away).  I’ll figure out how to erase my one regret.

I would be the poor kid in the blue that looks like he's going to die.

Sunday is tennis practice, and another round of rage and swearing.  My dad said he’d play me a few days next week.  I’m excited.  Losing a set to a man with a bad knee and arthritis is a day in heaven.  I seriously need lessons.

Monday, maybe, I go back to accessioning books.  It’s definitely not something I’m anticipating, but I sold my soul, so I don’t really have a choice.  They’ll be mad I didn’t come in this week because I kind of said I would… Oh well.

If I find time between cataloging books and losing at tennis, which I will, I’m baking a cake for Mikey to replace his not-so-cool birthday.

Love
Kathleen