March 10, 1999. Wednesday. A snowy, gray day.
Nora called me at home this morning, thinking I might be there. this
seemed odd to me, since i didn't recall telling her about the snowstorm
and my going home early yesterday. She told me that she knew because
it was at the end of my entry yesterday.
This actually shocked me. I guess it hadn't really occurred to me
that this would be an excellant way to track my movements. Rodzilla
of course warned me about this, and of course right now she's saying "See,
i told you so! I'm always right!" OK, ok. fine. By the
way, I've finished the preliminary part of my index of people that I reference,
in case you hadn't noticed the linked "Rodzilla." There're even people
that I haven't mentioned yet, like Rick Ely.
Anyway, it should be good insight to strangers who happen to read this.
Once again i think i may be outta here early today. Your Government has
granted liberal leave to civilian employees, which I am. The snowstorm
was pretty massive yesterday. It took me about 2 hours to get home,
but mostly because i went the dumb-dumb way, and tried to take a smaller
road instead of the crowded interstate. both were equally crowded, but
the small Route 1 is littered with traffic lights. I switched back
to I-395 after about an hour an 20 minutes, and made it home in practically
no time at all. Berry, on the other
hand, was much less fortunate. She got off the same time I did. I
didn't see her until after 9pm. Her sister made two separate trips
to retrieve her, and each took at least 3 hours. Oh well. i actaully
almost went with Brook to get her, but I'm glad a didn't. instead,
I made a delicious Tuna casserole, with lotsa mayo. mmmm... Mayonaise...
Continuing the weather saga, James didn't
have much luck getting here from Lexington. He left Jed's
place around 1:30, and had reached Front Royal, VA, at about 7:30, traversing
a whopping 120 mile in 6 hours. It's only 60 more mile to my house,
but the conditions were pretty deplorable. Poor guy. Speaking of deplorable,
he stayed at some flea-bag motel with no heat. i coulda recommended
the Central City Motel, where someone i know stayed once.
Oh well. I'm hoping to hear from him later today though.
I myself spent the night comfortably alone in quiet isolation, watching
the Simpsons, eating some casserole, and dicking around with a four-track
that James loaned me. I'm on my way to indie-rock god-hood. It was
nice ta have the place to myself. I sat and watched the snow for
a while. People around here have no idea how to drive in snow. They
drive like it's a regular day, speeding along, changing lanes. Then
there are the people who drive like going over 3 mph will cause their car
to explode. I hate everyone on the road but me. Nothing personal.
Anyway,
i gotta get outta here. I think my left hand is developing carpal tunnel
syndrome from all this typing.
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