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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.
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Date: 2006-04-23 03:47 am (UTC)But yeah, if Mr. Psyche is just sticking that out there, you should tell 'im to shut the fuck up.
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Date: 2006-04-23 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-23 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-24 04:29 pm (UTC)(Though a good night's sleep and a bit of self-examination have put a better face on things, too. It's hard for me to remember and admit that lack of rest has as much of an effect as it does on my outlook.)