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The secret to having a 300-mile drive pass quickly is to totally fucking zone out for two hours of it. I came to myself enough to remember I needed gas, and while I was refueling two rest stops later (I was still pretty zoned-out) I looked around and realized I was most of the way to Syracuse. Sweet! From there it was a totally manageable 150-mile drive that, relatively speaking, flew by.
I’ll give the credit to my BB-8 copilot charm thing. It’s hanging from the passenger’s side visor instead of the mirror because I hate shit hanging from the mirror.
But really it’s probably just that I’m so overstimulated and exhausted I really just want to spend three or four days in a darkened room in bed. But! Everything is great here and my cat maybe didn’t miss me but my dude did. So. Consolation.

The secret to having a 300-mile drive pass quickly is to totally fucking zone out for two hours of it. I came to myself enough to remember I needed gas, and while I was refueling two rest stops later (I was still pretty zoned-out) I looked around and realized I was most of the way to Syracuse. Sweet! From there it was a totally manageable 150-mile drive that, relatively speaking, flew by.
I’ll give the credit to my BB-8 copilot charm thing. It’s hanging from the passenger’s side visor instead of the mirror because I hate shit hanging from the mirror.
But really it’s probably just that I’m so overstimulated and exhausted I really just want to spend three or four days in a darkened room in bed. But! Everything is great here and my cat maybe didn’t miss me but my dude did. So. Consolation.
