Blue chariot for the red head

Dancing, dancing... girl. Too many nights staying up well past my bedtime, Saturday, Sunday, Monday... gyration, interlocution and lingual exchange: primordial for the sense of self. Too much work in the days, and a new me. Starting... Yesterday.

Brand new car, ok, not brand spanking new, but new enough, and now for the new look. I finally got up the gumption to add the red that I feel is necessary. A few more days til we hit the road, Jack, with (you promised) Tori to accompany us in the awaiting chariot.

Back to work, slave driver, huzzah!




(Yay low emissions vehicles!!!)



(Staring at the sun)