Anybody who gets struck by lightning twice has to have a perspective on hope

It's 1:30, and I can't sleep.

It's raining outside, and I'm drinking a glass of wine while I write this.

I'm not sure what to say, really.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I have to insure Jasper (that's what I named my car, for those of you playing the home game), go to the DMV, go to work, do some more work at the old place, come home, pack the car, and then do homework. Then wake up at 3 to leave for Moab, Bryce, and Zion. I found a few abandoned towns on the way to Moab and Bryce, and I am so fucking excited to peek around them.

I want to walk in the rain. Maybe I will. I won't be sleeping either way.