He took my idea. I didn't take his idea. She did it, even though I told her not to. I'm tired. I didn't sleep well. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I'm tired, too. I'm cold. I'm hot. My feet hurt. He just up and left. I'm disappointed. I'm hungry. [Just so you know, this is the jist of what I heard from 2:00 am until 2:00 pm Saturday morning. Don't get me wrong, I had a good time in Boston. I was just getting a good dose of complaints.] I'm tired. My feet are starting to hurt. I don't know what I should get. I keep calling... Where is she? Where is she?? Where is she? Ah...food. I'm full. We're not going to make it. What time is it? Shit. Fuck. Damn. We shoulda. We coulda. What time is it? Shit. Fuck. Damn. Yes! Cab! What time is it? Damn. [Our mad rush for the bus. It was kinda fast, and we definitely made better time than expected.] *It all ends here. I passed out on the bus, and Shannon, sitting a row up from me, was chatting with a nice girl in the next row. It was a long night.* *Our visit didn't seem to accomplish what it was meant to. Tammy was still sad about her guy, so even though she was happy to see us, I don't think we made her feel much better. And running a mad dash for the bus wasn't exactly how I expected our night to go. But, it was worth it, I think.*