The road trip ends with one of those days where you realize no work will be done. Another words, most days. Heh heh.

Day 37 (written day 38)

I woke up today and did some more thatguywiththeglasses.com-ing. Breakfast was oatmeal and bananas, courtesy of Mom, who is now in on oats as a tasty food. I packed all my laundry that I brought with Leo into the green suitcase (Leo and I also shared some peanut M&Ms), along with a 6-pack of Ramen and ~200 spoons into my backpack. I played Love Spreads, China Cat Sunflower, Perfect Drug, and Creepin' Up the Backstairs (twice) on RB2 before driving to the bus station. I was delayed a bit by the need to print out a ticket at home. Dad couldn't find a parking spot, so Mom and I walked in. I was feeling a bit nervous. I got a quarter-pounder with cheese and McDonalds for lunch, and said farewell to Mom. For four days, at least.

I ate sitting on my bags, listening to Wolfmother through broken headphones. Maybe if I clean out all the earwax. On the bus I wrote an outline for that sci-fi dystopia-ish short story where the guy becomes like a robot [It's better than that, I promise], but couldn't actually write it. I instead watched more AVGN/tgwtg and, at the end, rested. When we finally got to Hanover, we pulled in beside Dartmouth and I stood in the Dirt Cowboy Cafe (not a strip club, as my Mom first thought. Darn.) for a while before finally ordering a large English Breakfast. I had work to do, and I was going to do it. I wrote my English journal about the people there while slowly downing the tea. Gwen then pulled up in a white Prius, and we drove to another bus stop to pick up Nell from a debate tournament. Standing around, I encountered a woman with a very large, very deep, very loud voice. It was really annoying. Nell arrived and we drove back up in 97% silence.

Upon arriving, I saw small goats and said hi to everyone before getting more tea and working on my History and English. I skyped with Arya a lot; she dumped Brophy problems on me. We did video chat this time, even though I could not speak. I eventually made my way back to my messy dorm, wrote an essay about intellectuals, cleaned a bit, and slept. I didn't really have a dinner- just some blueberry rhubarb cobbler dessert.