My Name's Max Power, I Got it Off a Blowdryer
So I came back about five hours ago after visiting some family. My bowels will never let me forget they are the rulers of my body; my motion sickness reared its ugly head as my uncle drove us around Connecticut looking at For Sale signs. I can handle vehicles moving down the high/free/express/roadway at 30 mph+, but once the thing starts lurching and turning around and cartwheelin', I WANT TO BARF. It used to be that I couldn't even handle subways; now I can do a merry jig on the subterranean tracks without turning any shade of green. But anything above ground (except trains) is tricky. I have to eat something before getting on the bus or I will die. If it's a car, just fly out to the highway and start driving from there because I can't handle city streets without mumbling abdominal curses.
Other than that, it was a nice change of pace and it was cool out there at night, temperature-wise. I hate the heat and want autumn and winter to come now. So I can wear lots of layers. I'm like an onion that way.
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