Walden's Pond my ass.

So I am back from the mountains.

We camped two nights, and hiked a little bit.

It was pretty, peaceful, serene, blahblahblah.

And I am cranky as all get out.

Whatever happened to nature soothing the weary soul, inspiring the tired mind, and nurturing creativity?

Bullshit.

Those transcendentalists were all wrong.

My brain and abilities are just as muddled as they were before I left.

But hey, I made it down the Blue Ridge Parkway without even a HINT of motion sickness, and I even managed to finish a book on the drive home!

THAT HAS NEVER HAPPENED IN MY LIFE.

MY ENTIRE LIFE.

So the score stands:

Laura:2! 

Stupid frail, fragile body: 2,342,438,656,273,i42,134,102,986,578,452aaflasjfhadg;A!

But look! Look! I'm catching up!!