i’m home.
5 1/2 hours down there, a couple days of packing, moving and more packing and moving, and then 5 1/2 hours back up.
i can’t tell you how much i hate driving to los angeles and back. possibly the only thing i hate more than that is moving. you’d have to be married to me to get me to do either of these things for you. hell, i don’t even do either of these things for myself. i hire people to do this shit for me.
the best part: driving back at about 1 am or so on 205 (that connector between 5 and 580), i’m struggling to pass this car because it’s a slight upgrade, and i can’t manage to go faster than 82 in the fully loaded land cruiser. the car behind me signals for me to pull over and let him by, so i do, since i can’t really do anything about it. it turns out to be a sheriff’s patrol car, which whizzes by me and the other car, and ends up pulling over someone else gong slightly faster a couple minutes later.
thank you, traffic ticket karma faeries!
in the last 12 days, i’ve driven for stretches of 6 hours, 8 hours, and then 5 1/2 hours twice. either i live too far away from something or something lives too far away from me.
and i’ve got a presentation in seven hours. i think that means i should get some sleep.
Posted at September 13, 2004 2:29 AMuh. you probably mean “someone,” right?
how to irritate your wife in one easy step…
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