Listening to Natalie Imbruglia at 3 in the morning

You know that feeling you get when you drive across one state and into the next, only to turn directly around and return home at 4 a.m.? Because I do.

After a long day at work, I went up to the Jedi Temple where Red and Jorph were munching away on Wendy's Spicey Chicken Combos. The topic of discussion: my apparent lack of spontaneity.
"Sparks, let's go have an adventure. Let's drive somewhere," intoned Jorph.
"Like, where?"
"Uummm.....where the fuck ever?"

And so it began; our journey to where the fuck ever, and a cure for my overly-scheduled existance. The trip itself was the only thing exceptionally noteworthy, nothing drug or alcohol induced. No travails with midgets and turkeys. No wild sex (which Jorph is still lamenting). No dead hookers (okay, that was a lie. dead hookers and I are never far apart). Conversations had were v.v. interesting, thought provoking, and insightful. A sample:

He: ....So if you were on a ship -
Me: A ship?
He: Yeah. You know, like a fuckin'.......ship. Or something....

Me: It's pretty creepy out here. There's a sign for a giant cult.
He: You know, if we were in a horror movie, we'd be the first to go because we're virgins.
Me: ...............
He: Of course, I could fix -
Me: (sound of me kicking him. In the shins.)

We crossed the state line, almost got raped by a convience store murderess on our way back. Throw in a naked cartwheel or two, and you've got a great night.