I swear I just blew every single icky, runny, transparent booger from my nose in the shower, and now it is absolute fucking chaos dripping from my nostrils. (I hope you enjoy my caal reference.) I am green with jealous rage of about 87% of the friends I have, who are swimming with giant sea turtles and baking in the bright sunlight that seems to be fighting to break through the clouds back in good ol' New Hampshire. (I hope you also enjoy my Hotrod reference.) I knew yesterday wasn't worth the two hour drive. Nothing good came from it. I'm upset with myself for not preventing this. I'm more upset that I didn't get out of that damn car and bruise his entire face right then. I just kept driving until we stopped at the little diner out of town and even then I was so angry. I really felt like I was in a lifetime movie yesterday. This vacation has been somewhat horribly weird, and it's not even at an end.