Oh my god, dude. My debit card keeps getting declined. I just wanted a little sandwich from the fucking place at the airport, and my apple pay got declined, and then my card got declined. This was on the heels of the merchant offering me a gogurt for free cuz he was “feeling the holiday spirit.” You can’t be serious. Oh god… I’m fucked. I won’t be able to get out of the parking garage. This is not good.

And if I do manage to get out, I’m probably gonna need gas to get home, which I also won’t be able to get. What am I supposed to do here? Oh god. This is not good at all.

snap out of it! And to make matters worse, there’s a guy I’m attracted to that I’ve just posted up near. Like okay, universe, what the fuck are you trying to tell me? Suck this guy’s dick in the bathroom or something? He’s definitely gay. He looks like a sensitive white boy just like me. Not sure if that’s really my type, though. But we’re clearly here together. Like, the universe (me) has put me here. An exercise in not forcing anything, I guess. But even the eye contact is gonna freak me out. He’s on facetime. Maybe with his boyfriend.

declined again Oh god, snap out of it. There’s bigger fish to fry, dude. My debit card is fucked and my flight is delayed to hell. Like… I’ve been at this airport for almost two hours now. Wait, no, more like four hours? I have no idea how much time has passed, I guess. Well, the original flight was at 4:45, and now it’s delayed to 7:45. So I must’ve gotten here at like 2:30, and now it’s 6:13. Damn, that edible did some work. I’ve really just been here kinda living and kinda not. Playing pokemon and reading my writing and writing new stuff too. Oh man. Mom wants to call soon. Yeah, I don’t know where this is going. But the thing is I’m kinda fucked without this debit card. It might be the kind of perfect storm that necessitates a different kind of momentum. Maybe it’ll send me back home for a night. That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, obviously. And it’s not like leaving tomorrow is gonna be a life-ender. There’s not really any urgency to me getting home, is there. The plans with S▒▒▒▒ tonight and the t▒▒▒▒▒ party are already fucked by the delay. If I were to get home tonight, it would be past midnight. Well past midnight, actually. I’d probably have to get a hotel in A▒▒▒▒. So it’s kinda looking like I’ll go back home.

It says we’re boarding at 7:20. It’s now 6:16. So at least an hour to decide what happens next. And no food will be entering my stomach in the meantime, unless I get desperate and eat the fig blueberry bar in my backpack. I’m gonna go check what’s up in the writing class.