thank god i finally got someone to give me a code so i could have a live journal. i am forever in her debt. thank you! today at work i kept having flash memories back to adventerous times . . . i was trying to remember what life was like when i was on the road. it is disturbingly impossible to realize i actually was on the road for 61 days, i was actually sleeping in ditches and behind dumpsters and on or under picnic tables in bizarre desert or mountain or what have you rest areas.

i can't believe i was so obsessed with my canteen. when i reminisce on these memories, i feel as if i am remembering a very vivid dream. no, that's not right. it feels like i am remembering a movie i watched. the memories are so detached and so not me. i was a completely different person on that trip. i was road trip gene. as much as i do want to write all about the trip, and i will, i really should go to sleep. i spent all night cleaning my room, and a damn good job i did as well, although i stepped on a broken blue lightbulb, which i remember breaking 3 years ago, and covering up with a pillow so i wouldn't have to worry about it right then.

my foot bled and hurt for a while, and i am guessing it will continue to hurt, until the skin the glass is currently embedded in grows out. i have to work tomorrow, eventually, and i don't want to be too exhausted. i'm going to sleep.