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I really love open freeways at night. There is something that feels very free and also very safe about driving fast on the interstae at night. There is some very comforting combination about the open road lit by reflective dots, the warm glow of the dash gauges and the notion that I could be almost anywhere by morning. It also evokes fond memories, going to my grandparents with my mom when I was little, later, taking trips to northern California with my mom and speeding down vast streaches of I-5. It brings up driving through western Pennsylvania last summer with Alex alseep in the passenger seat on our way from Boston back to Detroit. I was reminded of all of this tonight, as I drove down the 5 on the way back to my apartment in La Jolla, after getting of the train in Oceanside, following a nice, satisfying day trip to LA and Pasadena.
In unrelated news, my roommate seems to be storing the kitty litter leavings (shall we call them) under the kitchen sink. Guesses as to what he's saving them for?
In unrelated news, my roommate seems to be storing the kitty litter leavings (shall we call them) under the kitchen sink. Guesses as to what he's saving them for?