Attitude of the moment = whatever. There is seriously something wrong with me. Not even being down here is making me happy. Yesterday was a mix of too fucking hot, too many fucking people, spending too much money. Boy what a magical fucking time.
Drove all night. Got here at about 5:20am a little ahead of schedule. Things were okay at this point. The weather was actually quite nice. We had breakfast and we were having a good time. We drove over to the parking lot, waited for a little while, got in, and headed to the gates. We were in DCA right around 8 and there is TOO MUCH 60th anniversary stuff. Seriously. TOO MUCH. It's fucking overloading my senses. I can't take it and need to leave the store.
We go on a few rides and that's when things go sour. The sun is starting to come out, people are starting to get cranky, B snaps at me over something stupid, and I decide fuck it. I am just not going to piss anyone off the rest of the day. Luckily our friend arrives around 10 and B and the kid no longer rely on me to provide their entertainment. I can brood by myself.
We have lunch together around noon, and as we're heading out to go to DTD I stop in the watch shop and look at a watch. It was a nice watch and I was enjoying my fantasy moment of owning it when she snaps at me again. This time saying something about watches versus health care and I came THIS close to popping off and saying "you want fucking health care?? get a fucking job" but I kept my mouth shut.
Eventually we ended up at the hotel where we all slept from around 4 - 7. We headed to Bubba Gump's for dinner which would have been better if I hadn't been in a shit mood still.
Got back to the room around 9, read, got on the internet, etc. All were asleep by 11, even miss 4am.
Let's see if today is any better a day.
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