Have I ever mentioned how I hate to be kept waiting? I am very busy, especially during the week. School keeps me busy all day. My photography class is very "out of class time" oriented and my other classes are time consuming as well. So when I make plans with people I expect that they respect my time the way that I respect theirs, especially when they have nothing to do except sit around.

I was supposed to have an early dinner with E and his cousin, C, today. The plan was simple: they would leave at four, to avoid rush hour, we would meet up for dinner at the pub down the street, they would go to their hockey game, I would go home and pass out in an exhausted heap on the couch. Apparently this was too difficult for E. It is four-thirty and they have not yet left. C is not even home, he is playing hockey somewhere. Now they will hit extreme amounts of traffic between there and the city and things will be ridiculous. This is just the thing that always happens with E. I wouldn't even have known what was going on had I not called. I think the thing that makes me mad is that not only is he running late, but he didn't bother to call me. It isn't so troublesome when people are late, if they at least let you know. I am so sick of this bullshit. He has no respect for me or my time.

I am livid.

I have other things to say but all of this has given me a headache and I think I need an Advil.