Yesterday, I was wearing my new Transformers t-shirt. I love that shirt. I had to pick up my little brother from school, which necessitated the use of a real car, rather than the motorcycle. The only available vehicle was our pristine 1968 GMC Pickup Truck. My dad loves that truck. I didn't realize I loved that truck until yesterday.

Sunday night we (me and the gang) played L5R, and it was a game of epic proportions. My new character is working out beautifully, she's a masterpiece.

In any case, that game was still occupying my thoughts. The game, the t-shirt, the truck. I drove down Interstate 40 with my arm out the window, that mellow V-8 rumbling its contented highway music, and for one gorgeous moment, everything was perfect.