Sitting in a rest area on the ohio turnpike, I found myself grumbling, "Why don't these rest stops have wifi? They have everything else." Then I thought to check. It turns out the DO have wifi! But it costs almost $4 for 2 hours.
It's a two hour drive home. I guess I don't need wifi that badly. It would just be a nice distraction. I'm writing this in Notepad for now.
Just not in a driving mood this week, I guess. I'm tired and headachey. My eyes hurt to move. Not my eyelids, my actual eyeballs. Like they're tired of looking around or something.
I was feeling excessively sleepy after leaving work an hour ago, so I promised myself that as soon as I got out of Cleveland and onto the turnpike, I could stop at the first plaza. Happily, I beat the majority of rush hour out of the city, so it was worth the hurry.
So now I'm sitting here with some chicken and a diet coke. I'm not really hungry or thirsty, but this (plus some typing) should rest me up enough to get home.
I wish I was already home.
I looked up a few minutes ago and noticed the food tray on the table in front of me. It had a chicken basket on it, a biscuit, a big side carton, and another full chinese dinner on it. I was thinking that over, wondering if one person was really going to eat two large meals, when one of the biggest guys I've seen sat down in front of it! And when I say "big", I don't mean obese.... I just mean that his shoulders are WIDE. The true definition of "burly", I guess, the kind of guy who looks like he does construction single-handedly all day long.
My phone is charging. I have a new cell phone... FINALLY. Once it became clear that my poor phone was permanently missing, I decided to splurge and buy the Treo 700p. I feel a bit guilty, brazenly replacing my old treo with the latest model. But it was she who chose to run away from home; I didn't send her away. It was a real pain being without a phone for a week while my order processed.
But I'm pleased with my new toy now. Still have a lot of customizing and learning and tweaking to do though. It hasn't even been to my house yet -- it arrived at my office yesterday, and I drove straight from there to Clv.
The guy sitting across from the big burly man has a brand new hat on. It is advertizing the National Tractor Pulling Championships.
I filled my car with gas earlier, and when I was through the pump's screen read, "Would you like a receipt?" I pushed the "no" button, and it read, "Thank you." I gave it a curt nod to say "You're welcome." Then I thought, "Who talks to gas pumps?"
There are two little boys here, both wearing Burger King crowns. I'm glad to know that BK still provides crowns to children.
I can't eat anymore. I suppose I should hit the road soon.