I hate myself sometimes. Right now is one of those times.
I am sooo worried I’m almost pooping my pants.
Because the owner of the stable I got into yesterday hasn’t texted me with the account number where I am to insert the reservation fee. And we were there at eight last night! That’s 13 hours!
And of course, now I’m thinking that she doesn’t want me there, didn’t like me, didn’t think I was serious enought it anything else, and therefor lied about giving me the spot and texting me the account number.