feeling good

It's in the 70's today and when the baby wakes up we're going to the beach or the bird sanctuary at Montrose Harbor.

I really want to get out of town and drive somewhere far away with the windows down. It's been a while since I got out of the city. Just for a day trip somewhere. Just so I can feel the warm wind in my hair, and get my left arm super tan and listen to road trip music and poke around somewhere that is new to me. I don't even care if I have a companion or where I end up. I could tent it or sleep in a crappy motel or sleep in the car. I don't care. I'm aching for a road trip. But I need to do things this weekend. I need to back up my hard drive and order a new hard drive and a new CMOS battery (let's hope the current one isn't soldered onto the motherboard - because I don't know where my soldering iron is) and I need to write a piece for the blog/salon that addresses recent homophobic comments made by the Huskers' assistant coach.

But what I really want to do is hike. And smoke joints and look at the stars. And fall asleep slightly scared of rustling leaves/fauna or the potential shoddy lock on the door of a shoddy hotel room somewhere off of I80. Actually, what I think I really want is to drive back to Nebraska for the weekend. That would be awesome. I'd probably go to Lincoln, not Omaha.

I'd like to take a second to pat myself on the back for employing self-control. Aside from the obvious, I also have refrained from initiating probably unwanted contact with my ex in the form whiny "I miss you" statements. Good job, Yoni.