music: John Mayer's "Why Georgia" (in my head)
I have a small headache again. I went to Subway to get John & I some dinner, and I finally got one of those new Subway Club Cards. They are kind of cool. You get a point for every dollar you spend, and by 10 points you can start getting free stuff. I already have 7 points and I've only used it once. I go to Subway so often that they'll be offering me a Ferrari by Christmas, I expect.
Yep. Headache. Kind of distracting.
Anyway, I'm wrapping things up here and preparing to head directly into the path of Hurricane Isabel. Actually, by the time I get to North Carolina, it'll probably be dead and gone. I can't wait to get to Miami and see Chris again. And his car...
The only thing I'm sad about is having to sell my car. I told my grandfather that if I cry when I sell it (which is highly likely) that I blame him, and only him. He said he'd do his best to shoulder that responsibility, but if you want to know the honest truth, I don't think he even minds. There's no way I'll ever find as beautiful a car as I have now. It's just gorgeous. And so sporty. It does turn heads. Okay I better stop talking about my car because I really will start crying.
I don't want a different car.
Isn't it funny to be satisfied with something so much that no matter what anyone offered you in exchange, you would want exactly what you have? I think America is entirely too disillusioned today. Satisfaction is a mirage..