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The trip back was spectacularly tranquil, after we found some gas and the right freeway. We had the windows and sunroof open wide. I windsailed my hand over the mirror, and sometimes turned my face out so the smooth, wet air would rush into my lungs and I had to push it out to exhale, the way you always pretend it is in singing for the sake of technique. Once the sun was fully gone, all the stars you can't see in a city blazed right down onto the freeway. I craned my neck out the window to count all the constellations I could find, and the celebratory sulfur smell of fireworks washed through the station wagon with the wind of our speed. Sure enough, there were fireworks, both sold at stands and being set off all along the way, mostly close enough to the road to see over the trees. We even stopped at a christmas-lit roadside stand and bought some. At a pit stop near Brenham, Bryan came back with a pair of Bluebell strawberry ice cream bars. We talked a little, but mostly we let the wind roar. Bryan even grinned and patted my knee once, and said it was a nice night to be driving.

Part of my preference for leaving yesterday rather than today was to avoid either complex interpersonal interaction or long car trips while cramping to death. So today I cramp to death and lie on a heating pad.

Though Joodles did come over around 7:30 and play through some awesome stuff, and promised to come back tomorrow with the ProTools kit and mic and box and see what we can do with it.