2001-06-30 - 11:27 p.m.

Beloved,

Father and I awoke entirely too early. My brother offered to take us to the terminal but it had to be before six o' clock 'cause he had to go to work. We had nothing to do for the one and a half other we had to wait. We roamed the perimeter in search of distraction.

On the way to San Diego, the lady that sat next to me talked to me too often. My only escape from her was to take intermittent naps. It helped too that I needed them.

As soon as we got to San Diego, I called Enterprise. A Pontiac Sunfire pulled up fifteen minutes later. Some cooky guy was driving it. At first he seemed attractive, but them he didn't. I stopped noticing him after that and I was concentrating on my the lint in my pocket.

At Enterprise the guy at the desk was noticeably handsome. He reminded me of Ken, as in Barbie and Ken. Tall, blond, handsome, and that and that tired, old bag of chips. Then the other guy walked in, the one that drove us there, and he took off his sunglasses. He took was handsome. I was dying deep inside. I definitely must come back to San Diego.

They were doing there best to find us a car. There lot was empty. Also, they only rent certain cars for travel into Mexico. Ish okay, I guess. They finally found a Ford Taurus. I was skeptical at first. During the day I learned to like it.

At work, I felt so tired and sleepy. I almost collapsed. I felt very dizzy. I wanted to call in sick before going but that would have looked very bad in Alfonso's eyes.

Now, after work, I am trying to pack....good luck to myself, heh?

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