Another class to go to. Meetings at work went late. Rushing as usual to get out of there. Oh yeah. Which building is the class in? Look it up. Turns out it is in Beaverton. Beaverton is a suburb of Portland, the city where my university is. Fuck. That’s far away. Its rush hour traffic. Everyone seems to be headed to fucking Beaverton. Traffic at a standstill in tunnel. Its hot. Roll down window. Coughing attack. Pull car over. Can’t breathe. Cry. Cry more. Call boyfriend. Boyfriend doesnt answer. Cry. Now one hour late for class. Exit freeway. Purchase 2 donuts and a quart of whole milk at QFC. Go home. Eat donuts. Drink whole milk. Drop class online. Cry.