I would possibly blog more if the wi-fi was more reachable from my room and if there were hours of in the day in which I was free and not exhausted. Oh, and also if I were not dying.
I’m not actually dying but whatever this throat infection thing I’ve had since about three weeks ago doesn’t want to go away and is proving this to me in some pretty not-awesome ways, such as weird lesions in the back of my tongue which hurt and made me into the biggest hypochondriac for a period of about twelve hours after I had just arrived in Colorado Springs. Hooray! I think I called my mom, cried, and exclaimed to her that I was afraid I was going to die. So anyway. I’m starting to feel better. I think. Or get used to it. Either way, I hope I can make a recovery soon.
The drive here was pretty okay, to be completely honest. I like driving. A lot. I mean, I must like driving if 15 hours on the road didn’t seem like a huge deal. A big part of me is actually trying to figure out if I should try to do the whole drive in one day on my way back to Illinois. But probably not. The more I think about it, the less awesome an idea it seems.
Oh, right, the best thing that happened on my drive over occurred in Colorado. I had just hit I-67 which takes one from just within Nebraska to Denver, and the road was pretty much desolate. Sometimes a car would pass me really fast, or I would pass a truck, and I’d go “oh, boy, that’s pretty exciting.” And actually, I have to admit, this is where I got really excited because there was tumble-weed rolling across the lanes of the interstate. I mean, I’ve never seen tumble-weed. And it signifies and old-West-ish-ness. So….shut up.
But anyway. This car starts to pass me, I notice. And then it slows down to my speed and drives right next to me in the left lane. So I’m all about to start yelling, as I do sometimes, and then I look over, and it’s ROSS!!!! It’s ROSS, OH GOD!!!! In the middle of I-67 in Colorado!! With his girlfriend Michelle driving!!! And it’s just…so ridiculous! And we both roll down our windows, and all I can make out is that he’s on his way to Aspen. And then they pass me and drive on, but we call each other and the world is just way too small.
And yeah. Things. They are good. Very busy. I want very badly to run around in the mountains and also not in the mountains, but there is no time. Or there is time, but I don’t feel completely well and would maybe rather just sleep and read. And I’m also kind of wanting to be home but also just move to Rochester and also be back in New Hampshire. So I’m clearly a little confused, or something.
Also: the food is less than awesome.
That is all.