"Shit happens."  Seriously.  At the worst times too.

I was supposed to drive up to Gainesville (~2 hr drive) to meet a friend who I hadn't seen for 2 years and who I probably won't see again for a long time since he lives an ocean away.  We had everything arranged about a week beforehand to meet since today is his only free day before he flies off to New York for business.

THEN, I find out that my relatives are coming and need to be picked up on the exact same day.  Normally, that wouldn't be a problem since we have two cars and my dad would be the one picking them up.  However, as my luck always seems to go, just yesterday my dad's car started acting up so that you can't drive more than 20 minutes before you have to add water to the radiator.  And that time interval gets shorter between each fill-up as the car gets hotter. 

SO, in the end, I had to call my friend to tell him that I can't make it.  I feel like crap for canceling our plans.  I feel like crap that he sounded disappointed.  I really feel like crap that he had brought a present from Korea for me.  And I even felt just as crappy when he told me it was okay and that we will have a chance to meet again.

What a horrible day.

Do you ever look back on what you wrote in the past and just absolutely hate yourself for it?  I know I do.  I'm so tempted to delete all the cringe-worthy ones, but then it feels like cheating somehow.  I don't know what I mean, but it's almost like you're denying yourself in some way.  Anyways, this post may just turn out to be one of those ones I hate when I reread it again later.