i will be away till the 3rd of August...

so i was planning on going to the airport tomorrow by myself... despite my mother's quite intense protests over the last weeks that i needed fetching at that early hour...

which i should add is not really that early...
i have to reach the airport at 7...

and before leaving home last Sunday for camp the debate was still not yet ended... and all that she was willing to concede was a rather tenacious "we'll talk about it on Thursday night"...

and then she pulls out the oldest trick in any mother's book.

guilt.

Plath, give me strength.