Damn my luck

So there I was... simply doing nothing but falling asleep at the computer. I checked the aurora radar, and it was AMAZING. I thought what the hell, I should go check it out. It looked like the chances of being impressed were pretty good, so shoes, coat, glasses, and hat on I ventured outside to my already-cold car and headed north... Until....

FOG

I hate you fog. You're so.... so goddamned foggy. So screw north right? ... I went west and then north because, as everybody knows (?!) the town of Center does not get foggy. As a matter of fact, Center could be the most crystal-clear place on EARTH for all I knew. But then again, I've never known anybody from Center. So off I went once again.

Where: 30 miles out of Bismarck
When: 1am-ish
Who: Just me and Rob Zombie, my little superbeast
How: ... Sorta lonely...but lookin' for adventure!
What:...... FOG!! HAZE!!

It was just me, a simple girl ... driving alone out in the dark dark......fog. Being silly, chasing a dream or two..(whatever, man). Give a short, chubby, fun-loving girl a BREAK.

But nooOoooO....

Now because the atmosphere resmbled something like PEANUT BUTTER... it magnified the light pollution by like a gazillion (give or take a few) times. I swear, when I was sitting by the side of the road I could see the lights of Billings. I could see the northern lights though. They were faint. Teasing me. The kind you can't look directly at to see, you sorta got to avert your eyes...and I even saw some hints of red, unless of course Billings is full of red, pink and orange lights. Highly unlikely? I dunno, never been to Billings.

Wasted gas and wasted thought...but at least I had something to write about.

So now I'm going to lie down and read my book. Back to Hank and Dagny. I'm learning that you've got to worship your heroes, even if it means worshipping them down to their skivvies. But then again, I'm only on page like 500... my observation might be completely different soon. I'm off to read about morally void and yet virtuous sex that defines no moral premise but that of hammering away at someone who makes you feel just as good as you actually are.

And some junk. My theory has some holes, but then again I didn't write the damn book. I leave that to the experts.