o/~ I had opinions that didn't matter, I had a brain that felt like pancake batter o/~
Have just completed the job of piloting a rented van from here to Buffalo and back (with a small detour to Wilkes-Barre to drop ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dariodevil off for his own quest) in 24 hours in almost continual rain; said rain running the gamut from "heavy mist" to "Jesus Fucking Christ I can't see a thing OH GOD WHY DO YOU FUCKTARDS NOT HAVE YOUR LIGHTS ON aagh". Am now the proud possessor of a tea cart (for which, apparently, I forgot a serving tray widget that goes on top, but that at least can be stuffed in the car on any subsequent visit), an antique drop-leaf side table, and a largeish gilt-frame mirror. I have also learned that my palate can no longer tolerate Cinnabon, that it's sometimes worth the extra $15 to stay in the up-one-notch motel, and exactly how crap most American coffee is.
Mentally burned, emotionally jumbled, and my metabolism doesn't know which way is up. I also, in spite of exhaustion and rotten weather and amazingly retarded people on the highway--even by I-80 In NJ standards--, had this bizarre urge to just keep driving; not from any aversion to return home, mind you, I simply wanted to...Keep Going. As in, Not Stop. SHUT UP MR PSYCHE I'M WORKING ON ENOUGH THINGS RIGHT NOW kthxbye.
dariodevil off for his own quest) in 24 hours in almost continual rain; said rain running the gamut from "heavy mist" to "Jesus Fucking Christ I can't see a thing OH GOD WHY DO YOU FUCKTARDS NOT HAVE YOUR LIGHTS ON aagh". Am now the proud possessor of a tea cart (for which, apparently, I forgot a serving tray widget that goes on top, but that at least can be stuffed in the car on any subsequent visit), an antique drop-leaf side table, and a largeish gilt-frame mirror. I have also learned that my palate can no longer tolerate Cinnabon, that it's sometimes worth the extra $15 to stay in the up-one-notch motel, and exactly how crap most American coffee is. Mentally burned, emotionally jumbled, and my metabolism doesn't know which way is up. I also, in spite of exhaustion and rotten weather and amazingly retarded people on the highway--even by I-80 In NJ standards--, had this bizarre urge to just keep driving; not from any aversion to return home, mind you, I simply wanted to...Keep Going. As in, Not Stop. SHUT UP MR PSYCHE I'M WORKING ON ENOUGH THINGS RIGHT NOW kthxbye.