Don't wanna write. Don't wanna wander. Just wanna go home.
I spent a buttload of money on my sweet Tach, just because everything was due, nothing was wrong. Oil change, tune up, coolant flush, the whole nine yards. Now he can't barely get up hills. What did they do to him?! Wah!!
I had an elaborate plan for the rest of the trip, involving multiple backroads and mountains. I'm rethinking now, and may head for flat desert land soon here, which means I'll be home in days. That feels good. Sort of. I'm just kinda whumpy today. When Tach's not happy, I'm not happy.
Seriously. There was this one time, after leaving him alone for a short time in an airport parking lot, that really creeped me out. I am a very mellow person. I can't remember the last time I got truly upset, I tend to just go with the flow. Five minutes after getting in, I went a little nuts. I was pissed, and mean, and depressed, and let it all out on my unfortunate sister. Five minutes later it was gone again. Weird. I think Tach was letting me know how he felt. And he's not happy now, either.
So let's talk of happy things. Last night I hit my last state. I think it's time for another map.
You may have noticed the little white spot roughly the shape of Louisiana. I could have dipped down and touched it, but I felt the state didn't deserve that. Louisiana was at the very top of my list when I left. I kept putting it off, for one reason or another, and now, it's just too late. I left it as the sole white state as a mark of respect, and as a solemn vow that I will be back. Oh yes, it will be mine.
Then there's Alaska, but I'm not even going to think about that right now. My mind will explode.
I celebrated with a nice meal, a couple margaritas, and an evening in the Movie Manor, in Colorado. I watched the new Harry Potter movie from my bed through the window, and loved it. Just because I could, I was completely naked. When's the last time you did that in a multi-plex?
My camera is amazing. After battling with it for an hour, trying to wrestle the almost fully exposed film out, I was about to send it off to the morgue. Then I noticed that the battery was missing. Just for kicks, I threw in another one, and lo and behold, the power came on, and the film popped out. That is one tough ass camera. How many of us could jump out of a rapidly accelerating car (I think I was going about 40), and walk away with barely a scratch? Oh well, I guess I didn't need a new one anyway.
Time to go consult my maps. Interstate 40 could get me home by tomorrow, if I let it. We'll see. I'm not sure if I'm ready to go that far just yet.
I think I've done more since last we spoke, but I can't remember what or where, and I don't care. I told you, we're whumpy today.