I do love crazy-messed-up-painful-wacky-existential-mind-binding road trips.
When I got back to Kansas City last night/this morning, I was at first freaked out. I looked at my phone as I was coming into my driveway. It said, "3:45". I thought it was around 2:45. My initial reaction was that I was so tired that I had lost an hour somewhere without knowing it. That kind of freaked me out as I had been driving all this time. I wondered if I had driven around Kansas City aimlessly for an hour instead of going straight home. It's not a good feeling.
Hunter S. Thompson would understand.
I didn't figure it out until after I woke up this morning.
I had forgot about Daylight Savings time.
