Thursday, May 29, 2008
When I'm made of tired
And traveling partner #1 is developing a bad habit of wandering off for hours at a time, and traveling partner #2 is constantly on the internet, yet still unable to give coherent directions, I get cranky. When nobody thinks we should get gas in Harrisburg, even though we're below a half tank, because there's a place 40 miles away that is out of gas when we get there, leaving us with less than 1/4 tank, I get cranky. When I can't use the internet access that was purchased for this trip, I get cranky. When I can't go fishing, I get cranky.