I don’t think I like Cuba very much.
Bowling For Soup are playing a show in Guantanamo Bay (think of that what you like) so they’ve been hitting the beach every chance they get. Lucky so-and-so’s.
David has no phone service there, and pretty much zero Internet. So he’s been incommunicado since he got there yesterday, and will remain so until Tuesday when he flies back home.
I’m having a particularly rough weekend, in case you hadn’t guessed from all my ‘pity-party’ statements, and all I want is to hear David’s voice.
Stupid phone service.
Stupid me for suddenly finding myself so dependent on another person.