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Okay, so I *was* going to get a ride back to Nova with my friend Alisa. She was going to leave at 10:30 am tomorrow, which means I would have been back in plenty of time to see RoTK without screwing up the group's plans (and, incidentally, leaving me out $90 in unused movie tickets I ordered online with my own money). But no, that fell through. So Meg and Tarin were going to come get me. But no, my mom is annoying annoying ANNOYING and won't let her. ("It's your Dad's car." Bullshit. It is not. We could have taken Tarin's mom's car anyway. "You never know what it will be like on I-95." What the hell does that mean? Is she afraid that I-95 will be ravaged by Godzilla? Erg!)

So now I'm taking the train. The train that only allows you two carry-on bags, which means that, since I'm taking my computer home in my backpack, I have to fit all my crap that I will need for an ENTIRE MONTH into one (yes, one) duffel bag. Result: It barely zips closed and will probably give me ahernia when I try to lift it into the overhead luggage thing on the train. Packing makes me irritable. I'm sick of the Goddamn train. Further result: Me. Very bitter and pissy. Grrr.