On the way home, I felt like the episode of Futurama where Leela is stung by that giant bee. I ran a red light, because it looked green from my angle. I think the wind whipped the light around a bit. I had my seatbelt on, not like the time earlier when I was driving without it (first time ever, intentional or not) and didn't realize until some yahoo in an SUV came down the mountain halfway in my lane. But I didn't budge, go me. What the hell got into me, though? I could hardly drive faster than the ridiculously low speed limit.
I planned to take a hot bath when I got home, but my apartment again got the better of me. I can't set the mode to 'bath'. This site promises help. I'll try it later. Got a hot shower, watched Kate Bush's "Sat in Your Lap" over and over (DiVo, remember?) and then The Sunday's "Here's Where the Story Ends" a couple of times. I am even more in love than I was. Harriet's got a pretty face to match her sweet voice, but Kate is just weird. And I like that, for some reason.
My girlfriend is great because she forgives my crushes. Most of them are blessedly asexual, at least. One thing I always hated, though, is when girls have this uncontrollable affinity for current star #A (*cough*michelle*cough*). Double standard!
Me sleep now. Nine hours hiking and falling halfway down mountains me chupa. My car has a full tank of gas, but mine is empty. PS: Everyone send me your phone numbers; I had not yet mapped them over to my new phone.