After a night full of angry dreams, I woke up not in a much better mood. I guess it's just natural to dream angry for someone who went to sleep furious at everyone, it was natural that my dreams made me angry. at first Claire tried to make me get out of the house and see the neighborhood. she told me that the quiet and emptiness would convince me that I am really in the 18th century. I told her to shove it, and that I want no part of any "quiet" or "emptiness" and that if she knows what's good for her, she'd better get me a telephone, or take me to New York.
"Great idea!" Claire said, "We'll take you to New York if you could stand the shock. You know, this time in history, New York City is not built yet."
"yeah, yeah, whatever. just take me home and I'll decide what's built and what's not. You can stay in your damn fantasy world of living in the past."
She looked at me with such pity in her eyes, I felt almost as if what she was saying was true. That look made me so mad, I wanted to poke at her eyes, but I held myself back, she might not be mentally stable if she believes in time travel. I just got into bed and forced myself to keep my eyes closed. The less I see of these idiots, the better, I thought.
sheesh. I didn't write for so long.. I don't think I remember how to do it, even.
Ok, I'll do the research of how long it takes to travel to NY from NC on horse, and what NY looked like in the 17 hundreds, and I'll countinue the story.