the sun burns, oh how it burns

I wonder if I'm sick. I say this because the room seems to be leaning to the right, and I suspect very highly that it's not so much the room as it is my perception of it. It's like being dizzy without spinning the rest of the half of the way.

So. Did you miss me?

Yeah, I can so totally tell by the love.

Narf.

How a weekend might be spent if you were me the last couple of days? You would have gone to Myrtle Beach, that's how it might have been if you were me. But you weren't, so you probably did other stuff.

While on the adventure you would have driven the odd surburban sprawl and the burned out trailers roadside eyesores that makeup the roads of SC. You would have heard a lot of dirty jokes, driven the new Cooper River bridge and stared sadly at the dying twin bridges, listened to music that makes you feel old for remembering it, or amused that someone would buy a certain CD. You would have overcome the urge to listen to your own CDs [one mix, two MCR], and instead played well with others. Sort of. You would have also felt quite a bit like a tagalong at times, but only towards the end of the trip when you just wanted to go home and would have killed for the opportunity to do so.

( nothing to prove )

Can you tell I'm tired again? Yeah. Sleep. I've got to work.