Don't Shake the Flask

Because you don't know if it'll explode

Four Hour Roadtrip To Nowhere

We got lost driving through New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts at one go. One of the post-docs at the lab was going to drive out to Manchester to pick up her boyfriend at the airport and do some shopping at the Asian grocery stores that were apparently clustered there. I decided to tag along to do some shopping too.

However, we ended up in western Massachusetts after an hour and a half. To get back on track to Manchester, we spent about two more hours driving east on back roads. We went through small towns which I would have never had the chance to see (or ever will see again) in my lifetime. There were little kids in costumes and clapboard New England homes. Quaint shops littered the side of the road. The scenic route was by far the most cliched stretch of Americana I’ve seen in a while. By the time we got to Manchester, passed Manchester and got on the wrong interstate that was happily heading into Boston, and then turned back to Manchester again, the post-doc was hyperventilating and her boyfriend was waiting at the airport, worried.

After that, we went on our way to the Asian grocery store (not without a few wrong turns, again), only to find that when we arrived, they had just closed.

Southern New Hampshire, I’m never going to look at you the same way again.

Instead of trick-or-treating or going to the Med School’s annual Halloween Party (besides, I don’t even have a costume this year) I’m going to psych myself up for some midnight typing for NaNoWriMo. That’s right, I’m going to attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. Foolhardy? Probably. Worthwhile? Definitely.

In a post dated almost a year ago, I also mentioned that I was doing Nano, but I was also posting my progress over at Writing Sya. I had predicted that I wouldn’t be posting much, but boy was that off the mark!

(Aside: It’s interesting, now that I look at the archives. Two years ago I wasn’t thinking about writing at all–only about surviving a hellish term in which I did all-nighters at least once a week.)

Uh…
Senate Joint Resolution 552. Found via Googlism. This is embarassing. And I noticed that none of the universities I listed as a prospective school was the one I ended up attending.