Right now I am eating free take-out bacon in a Super 8 somewhere in Arizona half drunk with road fatigue. So of course now is a good time to post a blog. I'm not even sure where I am right now. I can narrow it down to somewhere east of Phoenix and west of Tuscon.
This little 1200 mile excursion is just a practice run for my January cross-country tour. I'll be driving from San Francisco to Nashville, visiting friends and family on the way and seeing part of the country before I move to England. Oh, did I not mention that yet? Yep, I'll be living in Suffolk, UK for about 4 years. This may turn into a travelblog while I explore Europe. Deal with it. I'm going to drink Scotch in Scotland and Jameson in Ireland and wine in France and you're going to hear about it.
But back to my current road trip. What the hell is wrong with people driving sports cars like they're geriatric stoners? Drive your Corvette like it's a goddam Corvette! I should not pass you in my 6 year old Focus.
And, yes, I checked my hotel room for bedbugs. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
Lesson 9: When your vision goes all wibbly wobbly, it's definitely time to go to sleep.
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