Never Say Never.

As I strolled through my journal, I came across this entry.

Today began early with ice on my windshield. Fifteen hours and nine hundred miles later, we arrived at West Jordan, Utah.

Now my parents were both afraid to let me drive my truck to Utah by myself and so despite my constant assurances that I was a fully capable adult, I followed Jenny and her family. And we traveled the speed limit almost the entire trip. Hence, the fifteen hours. Surprisingly, the drive was practically painless. As long as I had my music blaring, I was good to go.

But while I'm writing this, I want to take a moment to make a point. About a half hour out of Reno, exhaustion began to set in. Whether it was the pancakes I had eaten for breakfast or the sheer lack of good scenery I cannot say. But I do know one thing for sure: nothing would shake the drooping eyelids. And John Mayor certainly wasn't helping. In those desperate moments when it seemed like there wasn't anything to awaken me, a thought occurred to me. Put in rock! And so I did. And it worked. Three Doors Down came to my rescue. No matter what anyone says, rock music has its place and its purpose; if only to keep awake drivers with heavy eyelids.

And another thing. Never again will I pay $3.56 per gallon for gasoline. Dumb Elko.

Never again will I pay $3.56 per gallon? For some reason, I don't think I'm going to be able to keep that promise.