?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

late night road trips = FAIL

You know, I should really know better by now than to go haring off into the backwoods of Virginia on a road trip into the Shenandoah Valley. Still, face time with P is usually good time, and we spent a lot of time talking about her plans for Convergence, fandom and its faults, future shock, and our appalling discovery that both of the Waffle Houses in Winchester have closed.

We eventually wound up having an extremely late dinner/early breakfast at the Waffle House of Innwood, and fumbling our way back to Ashburn and points east by way of West Virginia 9, a road that is probably very scenic during the daytime for the passengers but at 0400 is extremely unpleasant for an old gaffer driving a stick - like yours truly. This experience has convinced me that P is no longer suitable as a navigator, and any attempts on her part to do so will be met with immediate deployment of the Jason & The Scorchers CD in the Sportage's sound system. Because I'm not going to be the only one suffering, damn it.

Home at 0500, in bed shortly thereafter, and not up until 1200. Still trying to wake up, probably because my glucose is OVER 9000 appallingly high after being up so late and not getting a whole eight hours in the rack. (I'm trying to keep my sleep cycle from getting completely inverted.) Still no idea what, if anything, I'm doing the rest of the weekend.