So I'm in Vermont! It's funny, you go to sleep on a bus and wake up feeling like Quasimodo in that same shitty Rochester bus station you always regret going to. Life! But then I fell asleep on the next bus and woke up in mountains. And fog. Foggy mountains. Needed banjoes - always needs more banjoes (except when it doesn't) - but I'm not going to complain (except when I do).
It's about two AM. Almost. Someone gave me sleeping pills - they don't work. I don't sleep well at other people's homes, so I'm pulling an all-nighter. The girl from the internet that I came to meet is fast asleep right next to me and I'm on her laptop now, looking up horrible things, like Oglaf and the QC forums. Gasp - shock - etc. I'm really happy, and I'm not sure what to say. I don't want to go home; there's nothing there for me, and it's depressing to think about being back in Jamestown.
But I'm happy for the time being, until I get shipped back home again. I feel like telling people I love them (someone on the forums? I choose, uh, Linds! Linds is pretty tops. Hi Linds!), so maybe I'm less depressed than usual. Huzzah, etc., let joy be unconfined. That or I'm just super tired.
I ran up to someone today and pointed at the girl and screamed, "SHE CALLED ME MELODRAMATIC!" before bursting into tears. That was fun.