One Way or Another...
Miranda is fucking confused and thus has stopped thinking period. I passed out Saturday night after all the crap with Coach because I was just exhausted. After waking up about 3 am and dragging myself to bed I slept about another 8 hours and woke up feeling discombobulated. I’m perplexed. I’m agog. I’m confounded. I’m confused. I’m pole-axed. In other words, I just don’t know what I want to do about the whole situation with Coach. I had lunch with him and we spent a few hours after that running errands on Sunday and just hanging out before he left to go back to DC. He was trying hard to make things seem normal but my heart just wasn’t in it. I wasn’t being a downer but I certainly wasn’t my normal sparkling self. Coach apologized to me several times and said its killing him that he hurt me like this. I told him he doesn’t have a single fan in his corner from my camp. He asked if I could forgive him and I told him I honestly didn’t know. That I just needed some time to clear my head...