alcyone@decept 5/24/2021
hour 0 of emergency road trip (4 p.m.):
my ex decided to feel Homesick after staying at my apartment for less than a day. i was supposed to take her home on tuesday but she wanted to leave asap.
she lives ten-ish hours away.
i’m exhausted, running on multiple days of barely any sleep, have a sunburn that makes me look like a high school theater harvey dent, but…
but sure. fuck it. drop-out is one of my favorite stories, so this is the kind of thing i (should) live for.
hour 2 of emergency road trip (6 p.m.):
on three separate occasions, we passed a car on the side of the road which had caught fire – each in a different way. holy shit. pisssss
hour 4 of emergency road trip (8 p.m.):
sitting in a sonic drive-in and talking about mutual relationship problems when google assistant randomly barges in with “I don’t know how to help with that.”
it’s ok, buddy, sometimes the most help you can give is just by being a listening ear.
hour 6 of emergency road trip (10 p.m.):
discussed the decline and fall of the mcelroy empire. ex wanted to make the argument that they got too popular while being too young, and so they lack the life experience needed to deepen or develop their work while also lacking a genuine way to obtain this life experience now.
(it’s kinda funny that everyone i met through the mcelroy fandom has now bounced off them hard)
hour 8 of emergency road trip (12 a.m.):
the roads are full of flies. the gas station is full of flies. i walk from stall to stall, searching for a squeegee to clean off the windshield. finally i find one.
i reach out, grab it, lift it up, and it’s only the pole.
hour 10 of emergency road trip (2 a.m.):
sleep-deprived after a solid week of nonstop shit, jittery and locked in hyperfocus after choking down a canned coffee to keep myself from graying out, trying to make six exits within a ten-mile span while my ex decides that now is a really good time to provide a full plot summary of A Certain Magical Index