•Friday•

Hard to believe I'm spending a night in White Plains again. In some weird way it feels as if I never even left. Everything's so damned familiar. I didn't really want to stay but by the time I finished everything I had to do ... it was sorta late. I hate not getting home early on Fridays. Hate it. It would've taken me like 2 hours to get back home and I just feel so tired right now.

I feel sorta bad cuz I told Gyselle I'd be home. She asked me this morning because Mark forgot to give her his keys. I wasn't even planning on coming up here ... so I told her I'd be home for sure. I tried calling Mark earlier but he wasn't answering. Blah ... I'm sure they'll get it worked out.