Jitters
Dear Planet Earth,
We’ve been truckin’ nonstop for the past fourteen hours. It’s a real effort to try to type on these bumpy “roads” so this is as much as I’ll try. Someone just yelled that we’re being followed by mole men as if that was great news. A small part of me wishes I was back home, which I now associate with St. Mark’s hospital, which is where our enemies will go if they don’t keep stalking us.
There’s the ol’ girl from this morning. I’m feeling either nostalgia or motion sickness.
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