Back from Road Trip
Well, I just got back from my trip to the southeastern US. Stone Mountain Park in Georgia, Ruby Falls and Rock City in Tennessee, a state park and a Civil War battlefield. I'm extremely glad to be back home, though. The ground here has the proper elevation (sea level) and incline (none). Visiting the Appalachians, small as they may be, gave me nosebleeds and made me lose my sense of equilibrium. It's annoying when I can't tell whether I am heading down a slope towards a level road, or along a level road towards an upward slope. I have to keep scrutinizing trees and signs and hoping that they are pointing generally upward.
Besides that bit, however, it was a good trip. The driving didn't take too long, and the weather was just cloudy enough so I didn't burn or get too hot outside. Took lots of actual film pictures, and I am currently having them developed by a friend who actually works at a Walgreen's photo center, for the discount.
Last of all, I was a bit overexposed to a few things during the trip. Notable among these are Billy Joel (wherein I once heard the same CD play nonstop for hours), Wimbledon (which I was forced to see every morning, afternoon, and evening), and Sex and the City (which I saw a few bits and pieces of, but that is enough to drive anyone insane).
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must eat breakfast and take care of cleaning up the mess that is awaiting me now that I am home again. And return to humming that song that has been stuck in my head for two days straight.
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for...
Besides that bit, however, it was a good trip. The driving didn't take too long, and the weather was just cloudy enough so I didn't burn or get too hot outside. Took lots of actual film pictures, and I am currently having them developed by a friend who actually works at a Walgreen's photo center, for the discount.
Last of all, I was a bit overexposed to a few things during the trip. Notable among these are Billy Joel (wherein I once heard the same CD play nonstop for hours), Wimbledon (which I was forced to see every morning, afternoon, and evening), and Sex and the City (which I saw a few bits and pieces of, but that is enough to drive anyone insane).
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must eat breakfast and take care of cleaning up the mess that is awaiting me now that I am home again. And return to humming that song that has been stuck in my head for two days straight.
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for...