I'm the only one not wearing one of those striped cardboard thick cowboy button-ups. I vividly remember those from my days waiting in Kentucky truckstops for a jump on my Nissan.
early a.m. sitting curiously in a small diner in a small town in Missouri trying to absorb my surroundings. It's gorgeous in this state, especially after having spent last night in Kansas...which to its geographical state is not unpleasant, but it does by far remain the most difficult drive to keep your sanity fresh. I spent the night in my Jeep. There was a bitter chill in the air but nothing so harsh as the Colorado mountain air I just left.
I'm driving east. just going straight. eastbound. no turns. just east. that doesn't happen very often. But I have a nice lineup of peeps to visit on the way before I eventually head down to the Alabama coast.
The last entry in my journal states, "God is crazy. He's a madman. But I am completely calm under the hand of the Master."
I had planned to do some massive havoc reeking on the outdoors with a certain farm boy in Bama, like riding horses, a bit of climbing, kayaking, beach volleyball, and scaling the side of the USS Alabama battleship with him at night in my newest black leather ninja pajamas. But, I fear these crutches at my side in this booth with me now lend meaning to my propped up foot and the bag of ice on top. End of the season foolishness. Everyone has their own story. Without graphic detail to my foolishness I'll just say the rock face of my apartment wall resembled all too well that of the side of a mountain needing to be climbed. After many successful turns, I made it only to the 2nd balcony, and plop. In the words of my Uncle Evil when as kids we'd punch him in the family jewels not at all sympathetic to the consequences, "pain, agony, defeat." Just let me die. So needless to say, with all my insane attempts at cliff jumping, sports, snowboarding, riding on top of cars at increasing speeds, I've not until this point injured myself. So this trip on crutches, no pun intended, has been a riot. It is true that crutches serve as a conversation starter, a tool for milking affection, and also a source of defense. But with the latter, it i sof utmost importance to have an excellent sense of balance 1st. A couple of drunken ski patrolers, a few of my friends with absolutely no credentials, and Will's dad the doctor who assessed me via Will over the phone, all diagnosed me with only a 2nd degree ankle sprain. I'll be fine tomorrow. Though, that last part is just my foolish optimism. I'm off to complete another 8-10 hrs of relentless stare stealing roads. Louisville is my destination. I hope someone there has a shower. ...did I mention 17hrs ago I spilled coffee in my lap AND had gasoline spill all over my feet? Ah, a shower indeed.
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Oh I'll spill more than coffee on you...heh heh heh.
Good luck!
Em! hey, I check this completely randomly, and this time it appears you wrecked yourself. A phone call would've been nice. It sounded like a good bust, I'll need full, humorous details later. Your painful injury is actually somewhat encouraging though, since a few weeks ago i was the one killing myself trying to keep up with you. Anywho, you better stop through auburn and catch me walk the walk and grab that fake diploma on the 13th. See ya soon, love ya
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i hope you have some good music to keep you company... i listened to pride and prejudice twice in a row driving from minneapolis to new york...
unbearable.
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