I took a walk today. Not much interesting happened, except a person in a van with heavily-tinted windows stopped to offer me a ride. Since I couldn't even see inside the van, I declined--one of the first rules of hitchin' a ride is "Don't accept a ride you can't see in or out of." XP Among other rules. I found it highly unsettling that he wouldn't even roll down the window to ask; I had to kind of make out the vague humanoid outline in the driver's seat to figure out why he'd stopped.

And besides, I was waiting to cross the street to get into my own neighborhood. A ride would've been very unproductive.

I think I might ask to borrow Mom's old Army tarp and take a camping trip sometime this week(end?) I need a vacation, all to myself, and it could be considered practice for The Trip. The Trip has been postponed until Dad and Karen get over the fire. I'm fine--I'm completely over it--but I don't think they would understand my need to go on a journey of nonmaterialistic self-discovery and a religious experience, too. I don't think they'd cope with it very well, so I've put it off for a short while. But I still want to go, more than anything else. There are more reasons each and every day why I want to, even if nobody else believes in them or agrees with them.