the caffeine express!

 







I want to sneak this mug for Jas' collection of train things! It cracks me up!

 I dont remember my day anymore.
I drove up one road and got turned around where they're remaking one of the bridges that I drove over last weekend. That is a peculiar feeling...was it about to crumble? 
Down down back into town and out along the bouncing valley road to the first place I camped, grabbing up deadfall and tossing it into the camper along the way. I was only one can and half an hour in when I came upon the road crew and their big bear sniffing dog on the Clayton River FSR, so I'm fine still for public roads. I turned around at the WORST place, haha. A drop to a river from a loose gravel bank on one side, and these rude baby alders butting right up to the road on the high side, so that I just backed up until I felt them pushing against the camper, then inched forward til I felt the gravel become slight. I would gasp and punch it into reverse again, gently gently pushing the gas pedal like there's eggs underfoot. Follow the road crew out and back along the road to town, then out through the other side.

ROAD POP, N

STEEEEP DROP!

Take a right at the hairpin turn where the 20 crosses the Nusatsum River. At one point as I drove along this now near-familiar road, faster than I should be going, really, I look down and thought I saw a small hair growing out of the top of one of my boobs. I freak out, grabbing at it once or twice with my chin stuck to my neck. There is the furious sound of scraping, and branches are whacking my shoulder through the window. Whoops, swerve back into the road, it's not that important! [It turns out to just be an eyelash resting there- by the way] Look up to notice that the driver's side back strut has dropped down, the opposite one from my last drive up this same road. Glad I noticed it before it hit the ground. I stop, get out and zap strap it shut. The back door has also swung open, so I shut it at the same time. What a whirlwind! This is what happens when I try to rush anywhere. After that the damn door swung open three more times before I shuffled the big logs further into the guts of the camper and it didn't open anymore.
I arrive at quarter to seven, pull the wood out and get the fire going, then climb in, tear my clothes off and go to work, enacting my ritual until my pussy is sore. I see the light, touch the divine, come hard, whatever, and am wrecked, and have to try to get the fire to stay going when Im done but the energy it takes is going to be too much. I've burnt the hairs off of my right hand and there are two hot spots where some wicked vapour snuck up and breathed onto my fingers. I am more tired than I thought. I can't really even be bothered to feed myself tonight, but I toss a smokey on the grate and impatiently eat it too soon. I don't want to do anything. I want to sit inside in my housecoat and nothing else, and put lotion all over me and lay flat on my back with my legs up. So that is what I do.

Rarrrrrr! The water yells, and I sit inside tonight and sing my song session. I learn one song that is four or five notes played over n over and that makes me glad. I learn the chords to another but they're complicated and I can't sing along- not even close, or get any of the chords right- not even close to time. So I just put the guitar away and sing along, and that makes me happy as I lay half on the bench with my feet up next to the little stove with the back curtains open so I can see the falls glowing as the skylight dims.