April 15, 2002 :: 3:58 p.m.
dude, I know exactly where my car is
Christ, tomorrow's high temperature is 87 degrees. Eighty-fucking-seven degrees, people. It's 80 now. If it's warm enough, Joe and I are going to go swimming tomorrow afternoon.
I didn't go back on the trail. My original plan was to drive to the post office, drop off my letter, and then drive back to the trail entrance and walk for a while. However, it was 46 million degrees in my car, and I really didn't feel like driving, so I just decided to walk to the post office. It was kinda nice. Bif Naked is really good exercise music. It makes me want to move, and that's always good. So yeah, I walked there and back, and by the time I got home I was too pooped to even consider a trail-walk. I chugged a bottle of water, made lunch, and now I'm writing this. Lunch was yummy, too. I picked up a different kind of veggie burger yesterday, and they taste like the ones at Rascal's. And I love those. So... huzzah for the good-tasting veggie burgers. Also huzzah for fat-free pringles. Double huzzah, even.
While I was walking, some guy in a black van pulled over and asked me if I wanted a ride. No. I am walking down the road with headphones on, I do not want a ride. Why do strange men always stop and try to pick me up when I'm obviously not hitchhiking? It's not like I'm waving my thumb around or anything. Geez.
Urg. I need a massage, hardcore. Note to Amanda L: Dude, God needs a massage. Snap to it.
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