Road trippin'...
So, Friday was my birthday, but it doesn't even matter that everyone but Dawson and my brother forgot because frankly, I'd much rather be here in Maine reeking havoc enriching the lives of the people of Maine than anything anyone could have come up with. Had I stayed, I can guarentee I would have been miserable in some form or another. Both Dawson and I needed the break. We left Friday morning (we had to miss classes - I have a fatal disease, afterall, and Dawson's making sure I'm okay) and took Dougie's cop car. I'm quite proud of Dawson, and it's been great fun so far, I must say. Better than past birthdays, I must say. Not that that's a difficult task. I'm trying really hard not to randomly flip on the sirens to get people out of our way every now and then. I'm not succeeding very well either. I'm afraid I lack self-restraint, for the most part.
Well, it's breakfast time and we'll have to head back later (unless we just decide to stay), so I'm heading out. Catch you guys later.
Well, it's breakfast time and we'll have to head back later (unless we just decide to stay), so I'm heading out. Catch you guys later.