a li'l of this and a li'l of that

is there anyone within 100 miles of portland who wants to come rescue me? don't get me wrong, i love the fam. i'm just 'bout ready for some peer time. i'm drinking some Tension Tamer tea. we'll see if it works.

so today i received one war wound from one cat who lives with my 4 friends, 2 1/2 miles away, but rode under my truck (on the spare tire) for 18 hours, on 3 trips to town, on one hwy 30, at 55 mph, on the 3rd knuckle of my 2nd finger, resulting in a 30% decrease of motion for 12 hours and counting. yup, i think i'm about ready for some college edu-muh-cay-shun. again.

but really i want to cry and cry. i'm living in my favorite place in north america, yet i'm going to get myself and all my worldly possessions into a little green vehicle and drive far, far away in less than a week. why is life like this? i love it here! i love my house, and my truck, and my church, and work, and Luke Hat, and local bands, and McMenamins, and Anna Bannana's, and Jim Page, and all the rest. yet, here i go again, down the long and lonesome highway, alone--eternally alone, seeking and driving and wandering and wondering.