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June 22, 2005 / Kate


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.



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  1. Jess / Jun 22 2005 10:46 pm

    How can a class be in BEAVERTON? I’m surprised you even headed out there. It’s a death trap. It’s a whole different universe.

  2. Annika Raaen / Jun 23 2005 7:10 am

    aw…katy…how awful. i’m sorry. have you gone to a doc yet? not breathing can be dangerous.

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