Maine > Indiana, said my friend.  Rather, he said it more eloquently... Maine > Suckiana.  I arrived today, after a drive that would numb a professional, and I hope that turns out to be true.  Right now I'm optimistic... despite the extremely slow computer which is currently my only internet connection.

Twenty one hours, even split up over two days, is a long time to drive without somebody else in the car.  To pass the time I did some deep-thinking exercises.  Otherwise known as writing a lot of blog posts in my head which probably bordered on works of literary importance.  Too bad I can only write such things in my head and as soon as I come to a keyboard they evaporate like so much spilled rubbing alcohol.  Among other things I debated the merits of various systems for titling these little ramblings of mine.  I settled on the AA Milne method, in which I begin each post with "In which". 

I sang aloud.  For a good 18 of those 21 hours.  Mostly classic rock and indie goodness.  Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! was a mainstay of my "Stay Awake at the Wheel" campaign.  Though a friend who's met them informs me that the band is less than 100% personable, I can't seem to let that grim realization interfere with the great delight I get from their music.  My dog takes less delight in them, however.  She howled along in doggy protest every time things got too loud.  I howled along too... my voice hurts.

The second day I daydreamed about driving across the country in the other direction and setting up my very own apartment, not to share with any roommates.  It's amazing how much time one can take up just decorating an imaginary apartment on a fictional unlimited budget.  That was a sweet place.  Too bad I live with my parents.

I got here (finally) around four o' clock this afternoon and immediately began shoveling all the crap from my car and my dad's SUV into the house.  Boxed up it filled my room, the hallway, and half the living room.  Five years of my life was not meant to be crammed back into my parents' house.  I have been a household unto myself for too long.  Fortunately, with some creative rearranging and some careful arrangement I managed to get the most important things into suitable places.  Meaning my game systems are hooked up and my books are shelved (three bookshelves with the books stacked on top of each other instead of standing in rows, and I still had to put a row between bookends on top of my dresser!)  I still have to clean out the closetful of old high school keepsakes to store a lot of the things that aren't going to fit anywhere else (like more books?).  That's a job for tomorrow, as well as reboxing my dishes for storage in the basement.

Daltrey seems happy.  I'm pretty content, other than being dead tired.  My mom must be happy, she made apple pie today.  I'm dragging the SNES out and hooking it up tomorrow.  I miss you SNES!

And that, as they say, is that.