Blehg

So. Today I'm packing my stuff and am going going gone. I'm not supposed to be packing, or lifting, or wandering around or sitting in water or doing anything at all, but I am going to go insane. I live in a small town, see. Anybody here tonight from a small town? You? You? Yeah, you know what I mean. I'm getting out of the small town, John Cougar. Off to the city. Even though the city is Portland, it's still the city.

I can't even get gas after nine in the town I live in. I have to drive fifteen miles to get gas, even if there's gas in the tank, because if I get down to a quarter tank, I won't have enough gas to get to the gas station. It's always a happy surprise when I realize that someone has used my car to go get something frivolous, like milk or penicillin or ANOTHER dog, and now I don't have enough to get there.