Can I just say I need a girlfriend right now? I have had the most *aahhk* morning and I just need to get it out.

So I woke up before my alarm, but with the terror that it wouldn't go off, I eagerly awaited, half asleep, unable to relax until I got up. Two seconds later, the blasted thing went off. So, I got in the truck to come down to the hotel to meet Monique to teach her something. But again, dead end. No book. And how in the world am I supposed to teach her if I don't even know what is going on. And this is what frustrates me the most - Dad assumes I can just waltz in here and improve the gross national intelligence. Will there ever be peace?

Anywho, so I find out that we can get a book tomorrow and call Monique to tell her today is off since it would be pointless. So I sit in the office looking through Monique's exercise book seeing what I can do. I write out a couple little assignments she can do tomorrow while I am desperately scrambling to . . . .

And in walks Peaches who needs a ride up to our house. So we get in the truck and it is conveniently sputtering with the gas light on. Do I really need this right now? I mean really. So Dad has no cash so Tupper gives me a 20 and we start the truck, twice. We just barely coast into the gas station (praise God!) except that we are on the wrong side. So we have to be pushed forward and then back to the other side. Get home. Detox from touching the disgusting truck. Cool off in front of the AC and head back out. 10 tries and the truck doesn't start. Call dad. I can hear the intolerance in his voice, yet again. But so I decide to try again. It keeps dying before I can get it into gear, so I start it in drive and take off before the engine can sputter its way to an all-too-late death. I get back to the hotel and here I am.

A bucket of frustration with a desire for peace.

God, I give it all to you. All of it.