I'm sitting in the Starbucks across the street from the garage where my poor, poor car sits, ansanguinated (props to The X-Files for teaching me that word). A crack in the oil pan has left me stranded in Bethesda, a Maryland suburb of Washington, D.C. On a good day, Bethesda is a 45 minute drive from my house in Baltimore. On Friday afternoon, however, I anticipate it will take my roommate at least an hour and fifteen minutes to get here and another hour to drive home. So we're looking at 6:30-7:00 when I finally arrive home. Ack! At least it is Friday. I'm a little relieved that now I might get out of eating sushi with a friend. She's been insisting that I try it, but I can't figure why in the world anyone would choose to place raw fish into her mouth voluntarily.

I NEED to stop looking at my watch.

It is 3:53 p.m.

Waiting...waiting...waiting...

I've written a lot today. I'm not sure how much of it will make it's way into my journal. Some of it is crappy.

3:56-- I'm calling the sushi friend.

4:00-- Sushi friend says No Problem! We can get sushi late! Take your time getting back! So it looks as though I am stuck eating sushi. The problem is, I'm hungry now. And not for sushi.

I have a friend who lives in Bethesda. I don't know his phone number though. That sucks.

4:03-- I never knew there were so many Indians in Montgomery County. Or maybe Indians just enjoys Starbucks. Am I racist for thinking that? There is also a hot girl in the corner who looks very familiar to me. She is not an Indian.

4:12--My phone is ringing. It's my roommate!

4:14--My roommate is here! He made excellent time because of very little traffic. That's odd for rush hour, but I'll take it.

Good-bye Bethesda! See you tomorrow!