Btw, the last time I drove dad’s car, I ran off the road during an ice storm. I don’t think anyone trusts me.
I’m pretty sure Lolo’s silence is my fault. I was one of those incessant kids who always asked “Why?” and “Are there yet?”
I’m currently uploading comics from a train. The internet is really, really slow. I feel like I’m on dialup!
When I arrived at the reception, I saw a few of my cousins leaving. They were off to get some coffee, and so I joined them.
I don’t even know when we got back, but when we did, the reception hadn’t started yet.