so, where is it that i'm going now?

san francisco. i think it's time i finally, and officially, make it to the west coast. there's some old friends i want to see there (some of which, you may recall).

now keep in mind, it takes approximately 9 hours to drive straight from vegas to san fran, according to ya-hooooo! but we all know i don't drive "straight," anywhere. 9 hours could easily turn into 12...13...14...72...4654... 569.5 miles could easily turn into 700...800...8,849 (my total distance travelled as of this morning)... point being, it's gonna be "A REAL LONG DRIVE IN A CAR!", which means:

1. i am going to lose my mind, if i haven't already.
2. i am going to develop some nasty-ass butt sores from the excessive sitting i'll be doing, if i haven't already.
3. i'll be arriving in the quite large city of san francisco, after dark, completely lost and exhausted, tooling around in my clunker of a car with either minimal, or completely-locking, brakes. oh, yeah, and i have no idea where, or if, i'll be sleeping tonite?!

why do i do this to myself?

{ modest mouse - a life of arctic sounds }