The incident with Gideon has certainly soured my disposition, but as before, whenever I'm a bit low, I just have to remember that I'm going to Disneyland in thirty six (36!) days, you guys! There's nothing like a vacation on the horizion to make even the most miserable and hungover of Monday mornings a little brighter.
As for Gideon, I've heard neither hide nor hair from his as expected. He's not an assertive sort. I thought out an email I might send to him (I'm a visual person) explaining my confusion and displeasure, and also expressing the hope that we could still be friends. I've also toyed with the idea of deleting his fucking number from my phone and snipping him off my Facebook list. But I'll let sleeping dogs lie for now and hope it will somehow resolve itself.
I was reminded of one of the best vacations I ever had this morning when I went to get ice from the ice tray and smelled a faint chlorine-y aroma. It reminded me of when I was twelve, and my grandparents flew me and my sister Jo out to Alabama. We stayed with them, while also daytripping to the hotel my uncle was staying at with his girlfriend. The hotel had this amazing enclosed pool area with a video arcade, and I just remember swimming all day, then going to play video games, then hopping back in the pool, then going to play video games. The smell of chlorine always reminds me of that great vacation. In fact, that would still make for a great vacation now. Sign me up!
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