THE CONTINUING SAGA: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

I put 260 miles on my new car today. I decided we'd arrive home at 3:26AM and although the car clock said it was 3:27, the clock on the microwave said 3:26 and that made me happy.

I've been noticing lately that I'm fascinated with scale. It started with the massive grain elevators and I've begun sensing it on wide highways, observing how high up the lights are and all of that. It's really interesting to think about how small you are compared to those objects. I think my kinesthetic side dominates everything I experience. What do they call that, anyway? Is it a part of all the senses or what? I don't know. I'm too tired to think about this stuff right now. Why am I typing this right now?

This new toothpaste tastes like sugar substitutes, like that metallic aftertaste. Is there sugar in regular toothpaste? I've been wondering about that and just haven't looked it up yet. Maybe someone can tell me and save me the trouble.

We stopped at a Whataburger so I could go to the bathroom. I did the Stupid Run on the way out, wondering if the lone gentleman in the booth noticed it at all. Lindsey pointed out two sleeping big rigs that were running their engines in a nearby parking lot. Beneath of the light of the halfmoon, their stony windshields peered over at us. It was a bit odd but I ignored it. Other highlights included the road to Jessica's sister's house (where I dropped her off before heading home). I commented on it looking like a road where I would likely get murdered, probably by someone leaping out at me with an axe or some such. It was really dark and long and run down, trees hanging over the part farthest away from me and lights eerily shining down on it through the leaves. Weatherford is just the freakiest town in the world, daylight or not. This time wasn't as bad as the first but it still wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Also: When I picked Jessica up at the IHOP, her mother came over to me talking about how she and Roger (crazy boyfriend) would have to wait a while before their car would start again. She then cocked her head and asked how old I was. I told her and she said, "Would it be against your morals for you to run and grab me a pack of cigarettes while I wait?" I internally made a face and said I had somewhere I had to be (no lie). I wasn't very surprised she asked me since she's just weird like that but Jessica was a bit aghast and embarrassed. When I asked if she'd get in trouble for getting home at 1:30, she said, "Tracy, my mom asked you to get her a pack of cigarettes." What a strange life she leads.