Jack has decided I can't go to France by myself to do my research. He needs to go with me.
I'm not happy about it.
He takes three fucking trips (literally) to England, and he justifies it by pointing out he sold his stash of Magic cards to pony up the funds. I'd like to point out that I stayed home and managed not to cheat on him. Isn't that worth something?
A trip I could have taken on the ultra cheap, now we have to spend twice the bucks. I wouldn't even have to pay much for food because of my diet foods, but now we have to have meals somewhere.
Bus tickets--twice as much. Train tickets--twice as much. Bicycles--twice as much.
But more importantly, I have no me time. THAT'S what I needed most. Time to see what I'm seeing, jot down notes about it and maybe frame out some scenes. Do some sitting, talking to myself, writing.
I'm frankly pissed.
