After spending 35 hours at a the World of Wheels this weekend, I am beyond burnt out. I have pushed myself to a physical breaking point before, but this time, through a diet of Boston Pizza take out, Bishop brand trail mix, and various fresh fruits, my body endured and I am experiencing something new. Delusion, grandeur, confusion, insanity. I feel like a manic depressive. I came across so many things this weekend I’m horribly overwhelmed. I just don’t know what to do with it all… especially that blonde girl who liked to poke my face. I can’t just do nothing can I?
We still haven’t touched the AE86.