Ever throw up randomly?

The other day, that’s what I did. Sitting at work, typing up POs, I thought to myself, “I think I’m gonna throw up.” I felt completely fine, but for some reason that thought crossed my mind, so for a brief moment I debated with myself, then decided to walk to the bathroom. Within seconds, I was blowing chow. Not once did I feel really nauseous or ill; there was no build up… it just happened, and went away as soon as it came. True story.

The real point to this post though is completely different… I just needed a catchy lead since I haven’t posted in a great while.

So on I-84, there is this area called “The Mix-master.” You know, that tangled mass of highway in Waterbury, where Route 8 intersects with 84, and 84 itself is a double decker? Well, it’s pretty much one of my most favorite things ever. I look forward to going to the mall, not actually being there, because I get to drive on the Mix-master. What is so exciting? Not only the usual large amount of traffic, but also that the destined exits are so close together that you need to fucking fly to get over to them fast enough. I turn it into some sort of epic game… the other day I even prepared for it by putting 7 bucks of premium gas in my car, to give it that extra edge.

Most people approach the Mix-master with fear and loathing, cautiously merging at a moderate rate of speed and making their way over to the proper lanes. Without fail, a large tractor trailer or two are involved, which is cause for concern for most people. But not I; no, I approach with gusto! Eyes everywhere, I enter the fray with proverbial guns blazing, accelerating well beyond reasonable limits to become master of the flow of traffic… if the needed space is not available ahead, I swiftly drop back and take another angle of attack. The exit arrives swiftly and I easily turn off, leaving the battlefield behind… all aspects of victory assail my senses.

I love the Mix-master.