God hates me. Or, at the very least, has con­spired with the other forces of nature (whether it be those that exist or not) to pre­vent me from vis­it­ing Megan as we had been planning.

She called today to tell me that a spe­cial class she has been try­ing to get into has come through. And guess when this spe­cial class is? Guess, c'mon I dare you.

A gold star to whomever guessed Novem­ber 15–16.

She was really sorry, but I knew she had to go for this oppor­tu­nity. And I'm not angry; really, I'm not.

I am, how­ever, feel­ing incred­i­bly sad and disappointed.

Well, at least I didn't already spend the money on non-refundable plane tix.

Oh wait. I did.

FUCK!