Hello from the Past (Day 25)

I’m still in the cities, so really this is coming to you from an omniscient past me. (still yay autoadd)

BOO!

So, I’m probably, maybe, quite possibly having a great time with my friends.
But who knows.

I also probably, maybe, quite possibly have a funny anecdote to share by now. Most likely about my drive down to the Expo with my friend Keri.

This probably, hopefully, most likely won’t be it.

Passengers log: hour 4
We have been trapped in this clover leaf round-about for almost an hour now, with no hope for an opening in sight.
We thought we were free a few minutes ago, but we had to back track because we were heading the wrong way, and now, to our great dismay, we are back in the labyrinth to hell with no future in sight.

Passengers log: hour 5
We are running low on rations right about now. We’re down to six Ritz crackers, half a flat diet coke, and some fruit snacks we dropped on the floor. Things are getting desperate.

We are isolated in here, with no outside contact except a GPS navigation system, a cell phone, a laptop, and OnStar.

Certain urges arise in these tense, tense situations. With no men on board the pickins are pretty slim. Passing cars offer a quick release from the situation and its inevitable outcome. Let’s face it; we may be stuck in traffic for years.

Passengers log: hour 6
After successfully fleeing the round-a-bout we have taken a southern root, taking us even farther away from out hotel and our loved ones.

A call came threw on the cell phone. It must have been a third world planet. It did not know who we were, and apologized for calling.

Passengers log: hour 7
The crackers are gone.

The diet coke is gone.

My whole reason for life has left.

I must replenish my strength with a quick power-nap.

Passengers log: hour 14
Power-nap, full nights sleep, who can distinguish the difference?

My captain has decided to pull over at a way-side-rest.

She doesn’t look nearly as good as she did 14 hours ago.

The hours have taken there tole on her body, but not her spirit.

She still fights on.

Passengers arm: hour 15
Damn it, I lost my passengers log

Passengers arm: hour 15 and 1 minute
I was just holding it, right here.

Where can it go, I’m in a freaking car.

Passengers arm: hour 15 and 2 minutes
COME ON YOU LITTLE BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!!!!

Passengers log: hour 16
Found passengers log between seat and middle council.

Passengers log: hour 17
FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST!
Lord all mighty we are free at last!!!

We have been brought back into the city and see a Country Inn sign.

We have found the hotel.

Passengers log: hour 18
How many Country Inns can there be around here!

That was the fifth!

Passengers log: hour … oh who gives a fuck.