I saw myself in a gas station window reflection during the lunch break: my face looks like melted wax, I can't smile and I have no energy. Fourteen hours today. Fourteen tomorrow.
Below are "tweets" taken from my twitter feed:
6:30am: Bus packed, McDonalds eaten, body squeezed below bus seat, NPR podcasts playing on ipod. Travel day begins.
8:20am McDonalds bathroom break in Home Depot parking lot. Back to sleep on floor.
11:10am: Lunch stop. At 11am? Really? Mmhmm. Jack in the Box eggs and gas station coffee. Vomit.
12:30pm: Lunch stop ended back on road. 370 miles to go
2:11pm: Potty break somewhere in California. Doritos and one Oreo cookie for a snack
3:45pm: Another pee break? Why? And 200 more miles to go still.
For those who don't know why I'm tracking my every move today: I'm on an all-day 650 mile bus ride.
5:40: We stop AGAIN. Someone puked.
7pm: Arrival at the wrong hotel. Fourteen hours. FOURTEEN hours