Sometimes it just doesn't matter what you had for breakfast.

Did a very lazy 5 miler on Saturday, and had (the first) running argument with JLB. Not cool--and not really an argument either. We're supposed to be going away next weekend (worlds worst timing, honestly I've pretty much stopped looking forward to it) and I thought we were leaving at a reasonable hour on Friday morning, so I could go running first (I was planning that as my long run day, so that I could chill for the rest of the weekend). Now he wants to go Thursday night and(for an extra $20) camp with friends of his. That I don't know. I'm leery, and also annoyed. Why now? I've got to pack things and get ready to move when we get back, and at this point I regret saying I would go because it would be way easier to just get it done this weekend. Damn. If I go in this frame of mind I won't have a good time, it won't matter what is going on.