Wish I could sleep.
Typing this pre-sunup in the parking lot of a Motel 6. Afraid to get a room. They're looking for me after I ran that roadblock in western PA.
Just downed a bowl of Quisp -- dry -- and a handful of Sour Patch Kids (thanks, Susan).
I'll swap plates with a car in the lot here; that should allow my '60 Studebaker to slip along the interstate unnoticed.
My Merde-lywood mole tells me Jonathan Lipnicki has been tapped for the part of Jack's mother in the cinderblock-from-the-overpass flashback sequence. When I heard the news I got a little reckless and ripped off a bazooka from a sporting goods store off I-80 -- thus the roadblock.
Just a few more of these chocolate-covered coffee beans and I'll hit the road again.
Why can't I sleep?
Must be because I was laughing so hard at the Queen's "The Keep" DVD page. Laughed, that is, until the sobs began. Should have ripped off two bazookas.
Later,
FPW