Day 86

I'm not really a carsick person, but I am in the back of a cab right now and I'm not sure if I'm going to make it home. I could roll down the window or I have a plastic bag in my purse or I could open the door if traffic stops again. Having a plan makes me feel better, but this gum is not helping. Oh man, we just passed the the water treatment plant. Maybe I should just ask him to let me off here on the side of the highway. Nauseated ramblings...