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I finally have my new truck all set with registration and insurance
after an ordeal that would make Hercules proud.

I stopped in to see the people I was buying it from after getting in to
Kenosha friday evening. I wrote them a check and drove it home. Apart
from minor problems with the windshield wipers (it would have
to be rainy that night) it went very smoothly. The next morning I drove
it out to the faire, my youngest brother in the passenger seat next to
me, and the truck definately began to grow on me. It's a cool little
truck. In fact, as I realized to my jubilation, it looks oddly like the
one that The Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight drove; Tick
cartoon fans may know what I'm talking about. He's one of the best
supervillians ever. All I need is to make some fake landmines and write
'BOMB' in great big letters on them and I'll be all set!

Ahem. Anyway. The truck got me around Wisconsin and Illinois through
the run of the faire. Finally we left for Michigan on Sunday
afternoon. Rather later on Sunday afternoon than we should have,
really. Andrea, carrying imandunewen in her car, and I
caravanned to Indiana where we dropped off her passenger. (Thank you
for coming with, Molly! It was so much fun!) By that point it was
about 11:00 at night and we still had a long drive ahead of us. As we
drove northward, I began to appreciate just how long a commute imandunewen had to MiRF every weekend. Ouch.

By one o' clock, the two of us were dead tired and we were still facing
perhaps an hour of driving to get home. I was feeling slightly nauseous
from the litre of Mountain Dew I had consumed trying to stay awake.
(Lots of caffiene in a body long unaccustomed to it. Ick.) Though
Andrea, having gone through a couple of sizable energy drinks, was
slightly more awake than I, we realized that neither of us were
up to safely driving alone.

We parked my truck in the parking lot of a Meijer's somewhere west of
Ann Arbor and finsished the drive together, singing to each other (all
the Don Henley and The Beatles that we could remember as well as other
random things) to stay awake. With all the stopping and other delays we
finally managed to get home at, as I recall, about 3 in the morning. I
showered so I wouldn't have to in the morning and trundled off to bed
for a short nap. I was late for work that morning but not egregiously
so, which isn't too bad considering the circumstances.

Now for something completely different.

I think I was being kind of neurotic Saturday morning at Stronghold.
(By the by, I apologize to those inconvenienced by this.) I really think I may have a touch of OCD sometimes; often I get stuck in a sort of idea loop and can't get out. Andrea deserves great credit for dealing with that part of me. It wasn't until this afternoon that I finally got it through my brain where she was coming from. This relationship stuff is tough. I think I'm still getting better at it though. At least, I hope I am.

Andrea and I are talking seriously about moving to the Chicago area in six month's time. We need to start making plans and getting all this stuff off to ebay. We need to get organized. Wish us luck; so far that hasn't been something that I've excelled at.

I spent a while outdoors today. I put my CB radio into the truck and walked to a nice little corner grocery store not far from our apartment for pasta and sandwich fixings. It's way too cold in the mornings for me, but it was beautiful this afternoon. I wonder if I should still get my bike fixed this season...