We ate at Penny's Diner last night and i must tell you about our server. Bub and i both agreed that it was probably Penny herself serving us. She wore a pink "Penny's Diner" shirt that fit her personality perfectly. She had bleach blond hair, a small nose ring, and fingernails that could slash your throat if you got too close. She was about 50, i think, but i'm bad with ages. She moved incredibly slowly in everything she did--the way she wrote our orders down, the way she walked, the way she poured coffee. The food came quickly though, and was very good. 'Penny' didn't smile once, i don't think, and i'm rather intrigued by her. The other waiters there were young men, about my own age, and that makes me smile to think about. i wonder if she hired them personally.

Washington July 30th. i just don't know what to think. i'm too excited and i wish i could make my heart realize i probably won't get to see Sean. i don't want to be too devestated when he doesn't show up. But just the same i'm getting my hair cut and dyed and i have to keep myself busy not to think about it too much. i don't know what to do. i don't ever know what to do.