Needed to Go
Last night the sun was shining, the weather was slightly uncomfortably warm (nearing the 70s, in other words), the lasagna took for-freaking-ever to cook, and I just had a ton of stuff dumped on me at work.
I needed to get out, I needed to drive, and I needed to drive fast.
With my windows all open and my iPod blasting through my speakers I headed out of town. Too soon to fully enjoy the wind, yet too late to turn around, I remembered that Alaska doesn't, in fact, have a 'summer.' What other states call 'summer' we call 'construction'.
I was halted by a the sound of large trucks, the sight of flaggers in orange, and the smell of tar and asphalt. Mmm. Tar.
Completely put a kink in my groove.
After exiting the maze of orange safety cones I briefly pondered how far towards the Canadian border I could get in one night. I probably would have wussed out around Delta, being without my spouse or dog or any other sort of company besides my MP3s.
2005
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Do you jnow how many times I've wanted to keep on driving.
Then I remember I have the baby in the car and only one diaper left.
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