Current location, Laramie, Wyoming.

Fuck you very much Bank of America, I wound up marooned in Watts, Nevada and later Salt Lake City for most of yesterday night. So much for when they say checks are going to post, and when they do. Shesh1. Banks are just not respectful enough of people like me who live within an inch and a dollar of the edge. Or maybe I'm not respectful enough of the banks, or the edge. Shrug2.

My usual strategy is to catch a few hours of sleep during the peak of each day, when my car can easily be nice, warm, and hospitable, rather then a night meat locker. (For those taking notes, reverse in summer time.) This time around, due to BoA, I switched to a truckstop drivers lounge approach. Honestly, I would have rather handled it the other way. Less noise. And believe it or not, center console and all, my vehicle-o'-utility is still more comfortable.

Aside from that little blip, this trip has been going great. From the snow capped mounts of Nevada to the snow covered fields off Wyoming, I've been enjoying this much needed dose of Interstatia Americana. Potent stuff. I must admit, I'm a little worried about OD'ing on it, as I know all the possible options to vector I have ahead, and they are all both mildly familiar and boring as piss.

I've been very lucky in several respects. The morning fog was at its most hardcore during the entire point in time when the sun would have been directly in my face. Perhaps that was karma's reimbursement for the BoA yuck yucks.

Sorry for the lack of memeage. While the Wifi Gods may smile upon me, they are not always aptly placed or priced. Plus, the caffeine levels and mental state brought on by the road zone do not exactly conjure the spirits of Barlow and Kerouac, as much as Knievel and Earnhardt.

Update: Some WiFi Gods suck. I cannot send email from this particular shithole of a hotspot. Nor are any of my usual hackarounds working.