The road is starting to get to me, I think. It's so dark, and hard, and it just goes on and on...
Geez, that could be the punchline to a really raunchy joke.
No, I am still having a fabulous time. I just freaked out a little bit yesterday. I am having trouble finding affordable (read: free) showers, camping, or lodging. There are some truck stops less than an hour away, but I think that's the best I can do, short of leaping a fence at the marina. I think their security is pretty good, unfortunately.
My sister suggested pet sitting, so I'm putting up some fliers, my dad suggested churches (this from the atheist!), so I'm going to church on Sunday. We'll see if anything pans out.
In addition to that, my tire started hissing air and deflating practically as I was watching last night. I managed to slap some duct tape on it (praise the allmight duct tape), and the valve looked like it would hold overnight. If not, I didn't know what to do, cause I had let my AAA membership expire, and I had no idea how to access my spare.
Then I found a spider in my bed. Things were not looking good last night.
Today is quite a bit better. I got some veggies into my diet (I had forgotten how to eat on the road), the duct tape fix held, the real fix at the service station was only $5, and I had a nice day of wandering and squandering the little gas I have left.
Haven't seen anything thrilling yet, I'm sorry to have to tell you. Florida seems to be a mass of strip malls and palm trees, with some really cool swamps thrown in. That's not fair, the beaches are lovely. I just don't feel like being fair. This place makes me homesick, and Rachael's hanging out and babying momma today, and I wish I could be there.
Sigh. Well, off to my parking lot. Oh my glamorous life.
Okay, I just remembered that the last time I had a pity fest here, I got way too much sympathy and sincere concern over my mental welfare and horrible plight. Please don't worry about me; I really like to exaggerate. How interesting is it if I say, eh, everythings all right. So-so, I guess. No, I would prefer to hold my hand to my forehead and swoon. It's all an affectation. But thank you all for caring.