One of those days you want to hide from the world by hiding in the bathroom stall and trying not to pull your hair out. Hiding from the land of numbers, ringing phones, mailing obligations, hot walks for deliveries and the neverending demands. A day of rush rush with packing, typing, calling, walking, heat exhaustion, lack of food, stress of the mind and time limits. And all I asked of the day was to be nice, smooth and slow. But noooo... the ONE day that I need it this week...of course it's not on my side. Low and behold... This of all days I bet... My car will refuse to take me to Logan. I'm coming Megan. I'm trying. I'll be there for you.