I could get used to rest stops. They feel comfortable for some reason. It does feel assuring that I can lay my head in a solid spot every night, or at least know I have that to go to, but a constant state of wandering isn't something I'd turn down. I don't feel I have a real "home" any longer. Maybe I shouldn't think like that. It's not particularly healthy at 22. But I'd be lying if I didn't confess I felt that way just a little bit. As long as I have a place to be, I'll be just fine - happy to have a purpose. I'll resolve to that. Good. Back to the road. I've got to get back to the apartment before 9. Long day tomorrow. Long day yesterday. I need good, proper, solid sleep. To be loved and to be happy. Awesome possum.
- Later -
A few band name ideas: Dime, Penny, Cork Board, Clark(e), Jar, Bike, Piece, Peace, Piece of the Lord, Peace of the Lord, Brown Bag, Manna, Lady, Captain, Bull Whip, Gun, Skinny Pete, Roosevelt.
More stuff to come.
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