Recovery

Blogless yesterday. Apologies to all, but I was simply "outta gas", after the long Orlando trip, and the celebration of Acidman's 2nd blogiversary. Nothing a few quarts of water, four asprin and ten hours of sleep didn't fix though.

Ouch.

Comments

[Valerie]

A little Garoraid is good too.

Have done the drive to Orlando. Only from Dallas. Impressed you didn't start drinking the minute the wheels stopped in your driveway. How about that causeway west out of New Awlin's with bayous on either side? No shoulder, a semi coming up your butt and an asshole in a gold Mecerdes decides to cut right in front of you! Just another day on the road in Louisiana. Remembering it makes me want to reach for the bottle.

Rest and recover. May you spend New Year's Eve in pleasant company.

[Key]

No apologies!

We are ALL dragging. That is except Acidhead, and, well, he's a freak. ; )

[Acidman]

My ass has been dragging for years. You get used to it after a while.

[Ms Anna]

I had the priviledge of hitch-hiking a ride with my mother and father in their 18-wheeler. First leg of the journey was on I-10, from east to west coast. After gagging in one rest stop somewhere in Alabama or Mississippi, I learned to pee in a large coffee can, which is also the only choice when stopped overnight without a clean, safe bathroom handy. I was just a reminded of my childhood days of sitting on a cold chamber pot in the middle of winter when visiting realtives in the country.

Valrie, you may want to pour a drink, first thing as you get out of the car, safely at home, but how to do that when you've got to stop shaking like a leaf from the bumpy ride on I-10, first.