Everything hits at once

Ughhhhhhhhhh.

Today was one of those days where absolutely nothing, not one damn thing, went right. Not even close.

We stayed in Albuquerque again last night. Played a game involving some form of hacky sack mixed with tennis....sort of. Hard to explain, but a very good time. I'm sorry to have to inform you, but I am a giant dork. I don't like going to sketchy places. I won't jump a fence. In this aspect I am the epitome of a party pooper. The icing on that cake was the comment "She just gets like this sometimes". Sorrys all around, but seriously, big fucking deal.

Another sleepless night and we woke up later than we had meant to. Didn't get to shower or change clothes and felt all gross and disgusted. Drank too much coffee and headed to Flagstaff around 4, a good 3 hours later than we should have. I wanted to take pictures of the desert, but the golden arches and trashed casino signs kept getting in the way. Got a call from home that left me a bit wrecked, concerned, and more anxious than I've been since Sta. Considered hiding in the rest stop bathroom for a couple days but it smelled like farts and cat urine (all the rest stops off I-40 smell like this, the air reeks with it as soon as you get off the interstate). Drove towards Flagstaff, hands shaking and grinding my teeth and all that fucked up noise. Controlled a major panic attack; looking back now, having that ability was the high point of the day.

So, Flagstaff. Splurged and ate at Dennys and regretted it. Then we drove around trying to find hotels to steal wireless from while also trying to locate the Wal-Mart that we planned on sleeping at. Found a Sam's that wasn't 24 hours, Fuck. Enough time passed for Dru and I to go from able and willing to completely delirious and pissed off at everthing/everyone/maybe even eachother. Kept rolling cigarettes that kept ripping at the half way point. The computer turned into a raging asshole and stopped connecting to the internet properly while also only playing the songs that it chose, all of which hindered any kind of progress in our quest to get out of the damn car.

Started dreaming of the perfect place to squeeze my head as hard as I could and scream obscenities at unsuspecting locals. Got hopeful when we figured out where the W-Mart was via the atlas, only to discover that the atlas is a lying fuck-face. Gave up and looked for a cheap motel. Gave up again and splurged. Too much money later we get a room. The TV is fucked. New room, here I am.

Glass half full shit: We have beer and tobacco, even if I do keep ripping the papers. Lost is on. A friendship that I thought was over (a fact that I was not at all pleased with) is patched up, which helps with the whole shit-I-actually-have-to-go-back-to-Sta-after-this-trip crap. Tomorrow we're going to the Grand Canyon, even though it's expensive, but I don't really care at this point because there's absolutely no fucking way that golden arches and billboards and semis will get in the way. Leda is alive and well (and shares my new found love for Jameson. Sorry Jack, we're through). I'm no longer nauseous and anxious and my hands aren't shaking.

So. Shit day finally gone right. Awesome. Happier post next time.