I woke up this morning late for my flight back to NYC and feeling very hungover. So I made a decision. I am not flying from Seattle to NYC today. Instead I am driving from Seattle to Los Angeles and will return to NYC on Saturday from LA.

I think I began regretting this decision even before I made it, but it’s too late to turn back now. I can be impulsive when I’m hungover and I’ve already rescheduled my flight. So today, and for the next two days, I’m about to embark on a 19 hour drive. Alone. And I stink at driving.

(Also, did I mention I’m viciously hungover right now? And that I’ve slept about four hours? And that I absolutely love Seattle, although they could probably call it “Homeless, Washington” and that’d be acceptable? I mean, I’m not sure if these people are homeless, meth addicts, or hippies, but they sure are everywhere. But we’ll get to this another time.)

I think this road trip stems not just from the hangover, but also from the fact that on February 13, I return to work full-time. I am NOT looking forward to this. So as a send-off before I return to the corporate world, I figured that I’d do something I’ve never done before and take advantage of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. By driving 19 hours.

So I apologize to you, my friends and lovers, for neglecting you as of late. But this is called the “incipient stages of a nervous breakdown”, so I appreciate your support during this fun and exciting time.

If you live along I-5, which I will be traveling on for over 1100 miles, drop me a line. But since my email will be spotty, do so at eiwwme@gmail.com, which was the “reader email” for the old blog before we converted to this one (I can’t check jm.com email from my Treo). I have no idea if we’ll be able to meet up (since I don’t know in what cities I’ll be stopping for the night, though I’m planning on being in LA Thursday and Friday nights) and I never do this, but I figure that I’ll be getting very lonely around Tacoma (45 minutes from Seattle) and might enjoy some company during this special coming of age journey. Also, if you can drive, that’d be great, since there’s pretty much no way I can do this alone. And if you have a camera, that’s an added plus, since I’m pretty sure we can get some great footage of me destroying and/or urinating in a rental car.

So that’s it. For the rest of you, I’ll be posting again with regularity on February 13, which also happens to be the two-year anniversary of the blog (and I have a hunch something special might happen that day — wink wink). Until then, wish me luck. And I love you.

(And if this is formatted weird, do not blame me, but instead blame Macs. Horrible computers. Just horrible.)