Today I drove two hundred and eighty one miles. After spending 36 hours in Dallas and not making it to the conference, I felt like I needed to take control of my own movement, complete a trip on my own terms. Driving two hundred and eighty one miles through the desert is within my control, so I did it. I DID IT.
You know why, right? I don't know if this is romantic, pragmatic, or just plain crazy. All I know for sure is that it's 9:43 pm and I'm drinking and blogging alone in a hotel bar. This isn't pathetic! Okay, maybe it's a little pathetic. But I'm nervous! Kevin and I have been talking for about a month, and if this date is terrible I will be so, so sad. I don't even have anything substantive to say. I just needed to tell someone, dear readers. Say a little prayer for me. I really, really want this one to go well.
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