Sunday, June 23, 2002
I am home now, awaiting Papa John's to deliver a spinach alfredo pizza. I am very tired and cranky. Today we met with the rest of the WYD folks. We had a meeting, and no one talked. Except my Better Half, but there was like this 5 minute period of slience, finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I started asking about who was carrying medical supplies for the other group of people. These people kind of annoy me. John is really frustrated, he feels not a lot of people have put in the commitment it takes.