Break out the Tool

[torquill]

I've never done the Marsh Creek Road run during the daylight hours before.

I got to lab today and found that after I left on Tuesday, Jerry came in to tell people that since there was a bit of confusion on when the midterm was supposed to be, it was going to be next week. Thus contradicting the written date as opposed to the verbal one.

I left early again today, took Railroad to Kirker Pass to Clayton, and ran the lesser Marsh Creek loop. After an hour, I was back in Antioch heading home, and no longer wanted to rip something apart, hex it, spit on it in elaborate ritual fashion, then tap dance the writhing bloody bits into the mud. I am still deeply angry. (What, you thought I'd be happy about this?)

Take note: I do not take well to being jerked around.

I'm just lucky that all it takes to calm me down is a decent stretch of road where I don't have to worry about speeding tickets, because I lack the skill to take the road at more than ten over the limit. I still wouldn't be able to face my lab teacher right now, but I am fit for society at large. Just don't poke me.

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[kitabare.livejournal.com]

A good long drive always makes me feel better. There are a few roads out by where I sued to live that were fun. The only reason that I didn't have to worry about speeding tickets is that they were usually done after midnight, that and I don't take it nearly as fast as the person who showed me the road (70 around a 35 turn).

I just wish I had the gas money to go take a drive like that, and knew a road out here well enough to do it. Or even just enough gas to go wandering ("Hmmm, I've never been down this road before, let's see where it goes.") like I used to.