jen and i left for the greyhound station at nine after her mum woke us up with the airport news. she came in from boise yesterday and needs to be back tomorrow to tech her show at the idaho shakespeare festival. big iron grating across the bus ticket counters, little old ladies screaming at attendants about closed depots in reno and sacramento. the doomsday guys on market street were ecstatic, big fresh signs. jen's dad hooked her up with a stranded co-worker who found a rental car, so i left her to the road trip at the st. francis hotel and came back here. i'm not sorry that she'll make it back for forever plaid, but i was looking forward to negotiating things and scrounging for food with someone else. like when the power would go out in our dorms.
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