12 48 pm pdt

I am sitting the car with the windows rolled up. They are rolled up to prevent the noise of racing, of the motor home's generator, and of go-kart engines from driving me mad. However, the car is a nice dutch oven and it plans to slowly cook me, so ever few minutes I must open the door to let the hot air out and cool air in. Right now some guy is using one of those motorized blowers that smell super bad to blow debris from the start of the course.

I am at one of Matthew's races. At some point I told him I wouldn't go with him again, because I didn't like the way he treated me when attending, but he appologized and I agreed to try again. But this season I've had classes or been babysitting during every race, so this has been my first opportunity.

I invited my mom to town to see the race. She drove up to my place on Thursday, spent the night, we ran around exploring yesterday then drove down to Monterey at a reasonable hour. The hotel was very cheap. I love staying in hotels. I love exploring, making a little nest for myself, and not having to clean up at all.

During today's race, I got in a bad mood again. Matthew was ignoring me and I just wasn't interested in having that. But he's making an effort now (he's such a good guy!). He's running this race (called "chairing" it) and so we have to be here all day (read from 7 am to 7 pm), but made no plans for us to eat today. So for a second time I will drive his shi shi cports car that I am terrified of.

As a side note, the rear window of matthews car makes an onimous creaking noise when the car is just sitting in the sun. it gives me the willies!