So

So last night I had to return some videos. Ended up driving all over Carlsbad for an hour and a half, trying to find the right end of El Camino Real. It was alright for the first half an hour, I wanted the alone-time anyway, and I sang very loudly to a Tori Amos singles collection after the heater unfroze my body. I didn't need to cruise around town for an entire hour and a half, though. Losing sleep, wasting gas, getting more and more aggravated.

The return address was printed on the video boxes, but El Camino Real is a good 50 miles long, and the street numbers make no sense at all.

Arrrrgghgh

Headache ... eyes sting. Feels like there's a railroad spike in the top of my skull, and someone is hitting it with a steel hammer. clang. clang. clang. clang.

These things happen when I don't get enough sleep.