Unwinding the Weekend
Aug. 10th, 2003 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothI made it home alive. It was never *really* in doubt, although it was kind of in doubt at one point.
It's a four hour drive from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chahala's house in Beaverton (near Portland) to mine in Bellevue (near Seattle), no matter what mapquest (or Chahala/Tarka) tells you. Since I didn't get all that much sleep Saturday night, I had to start on the caffeine right over the border, just before the first rest stop.
I got to the second rest stop just as I finished the first (20 oz) bottle of mountain dew, brushed my teeth, walked around, and generally felt okay. It was working. At the third rest stop, I'd just started the second bottle (the first having started to wear off), but it was strange -- when I got out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth again, I was totally POING POING POING skip merrily along leap up on a table howl at the moon flop down with head hanging upside down over the edge and pretend I'm lashed to the bottom of a World Tree branch until the trees and moon stop changing shape.
I stayed wired for all of ten minutes, then started not-quite-dozing-off -- I'd be driving, and I'd suddenly wake up, even though I was already awake. It was like the world skipping a beat. Over and over and over. I hugged the middle lane and just tracked the car in front of me -- that's something I can do in my sleep -- and sipped livewire until the next rest stop. Another 40 miles up the road. Oh, I was also finally able to tune in to my favorite radio station, and proceeded to do so, and turn the volume up to 14 or so. It didn't help, or maybe it did, but it was kind of a close thing anyway.
Anyway, after some basic personal grooming and a ten minute nap, I was able to make the last leg without any serious trouble (or additional caffeine). I staggered in the door sporting a lovely caffeine hangover. X.X
It's a four hour drive from
chahala's house in Beaverton (near Portland) to mine in Bellevue (near Seattle), no matter what mapquest (or Chahala/Tarka) tells you. Since I didn't get all that much sleep Saturday night, I had to start on the caffeine right over the border, just before the first rest stop.I got to the second rest stop just as I finished the first (20 oz) bottle of mountain dew, brushed my teeth, walked around, and generally felt okay. It was working. At the third rest stop, I'd just started the second bottle (the first having started to wear off), but it was strange -- when I got out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth again, I was totally POING POING POING skip merrily along leap up on a table howl at the moon flop down with head hanging upside down over the edge and pretend I'm lashed to the bottom of a World Tree branch until the trees and moon stop changing shape.
I stayed wired for all of ten minutes, then started not-quite-dozing-off -- I'd be driving, and I'd suddenly wake up, even though I was already awake. It was like the world skipping a beat. Over and over and over. I hugged the middle lane and just tracked the car in front of me -- that's something I can do in my sleep -- and sipped livewire until the next rest stop. Another 40 miles up the road. Oh, I was also finally able to tune in to my favorite radio station, and proceeded to do so, and turn the volume up to 14 or so. It didn't help, or maybe it did, but it was kind of a close thing anyway.
Anyway, after some basic personal grooming and a ten minute nap, I was able to make the last leg without any serious trouble (or additional caffeine). I staggered in the door sporting a lovely caffeine hangover. X.X
