Yeah, this is a part 2, but given the fragmented nature of tonight's subject matter, a non-sequential reading might not be much of a loss. Your mileage may vary.

I think I'll just start right off on another tangent. Exactly what it will be hasn't quite been determined yet. But the stuff I was writing before seemed like it was sitting border between being mightily profound, too obscure to make any sense, or maybe just some self indulgent prose for prose sake.

So maybe I could describe some of what happened today. Nothing either terribly catastrophic or revolutionary. I, of course, took a couple of trips out in my new vehicle. :)

The first, in the early afternoon, was to Taco Bell. I wasn't even terribly hungry, but the idea of DRIVING to Taco Bell and getting something to eat just became too much temptation to resist. lol. So I got a couple tacos and a drink, which I quickly consumed, and then returned home.

When I got back, I discovered that mom was preparing a big ole sit down meal. Salmon steak, hash browns, salad. Ooooops.

I told her it all looked really good, but I had just eaten at Taco Bell. She was all apologetic that she hadn't informed me earlier. In truth, I probably was a bit hasty leaving to eat without even finding out what everyone else was doing. But I got a new car! Can you really blame me. :)

What I am about to type is to be classified under the "This is all probably the work of Bitscape's ever-active imagination, and any convergence with reality is purely coincidental." With that disclaimer said, here's some theory:

I suspect my mom is actually having a much harder time with this "Bitscape now has a car" idea than she is really letting on. This morning, she left a greeting card for me to find: "Congratulations on your New Car. It couldn't have happened to anyone nicer." She had taped bunch of chocolates taped to it and stuff. I mean, it was a really nice gesture. I really appreciated it. I'm glad she's so cool about it.

At the same time, it's just... wierd. Freakout wierd. Ok, maybe the card by itself isn't wierd. That's just being really nice and supportive. Taping chocolates to it... A little out of the ordinary, but still within defined parameters. But combine it with her other behavior, and the package as a whole just seems... odd. I have nothing concrete to base this on. This is entirely the realm of intuition. And my intuition says she is in freakout zone. I don't know that there's anything I can do about it, and maybe I shouldn't even attempt. I dunno.

We all know this is a huge step in the direction of me getting out on my own; a far bigger step than being 500 miles away from home for months on end. (Truthfully, I think that college was actually sustaining and reenforcing my state of dependency, not helping to bring me out of it.) I'm not sure anyone else in the family knows just how soon I plan to move out of here. I'm not even sure I know just how soon I plan to move out of here. I have a suspicion that in my vision, a separation comes in a range much sooner than it does in anyone else's. We haven't really discussed it. Not yet.

This, I find, is also slightly wierd. In the stereotypical American image, parents do everything they can to get the kids to move out. Usually, they meet heavy resistance from the offspring. Bill Cosby material comes to mind.

That ain't the case here. Even if they don't say it, my parents are in no hurry to have either bouncing or I out of the house. I mean, in any normal universe, I would be helping out with the rent now. They haven't asked. If they did, I wouldn't hesitate to pay my share for the remainder of my stay. On the other hand, I haven't offered either. I've thought about saying something, just because I feel guilty to be such a moocher, especially now that I'm earning a salary. It hasn't happened though.

Well, I don't know where this is going. Not anywhere right now, I guess. Just me processing the various elements of this thing known as life.

This has gone on longer than anticipated, and it is now my bedtime. So even though there a countless array of other topics I could touch, I'll just leave them to stew in the netherworld between conscious and subconscious.

[/me yawns, rotates head 60 degrees to the left for the Nth time tonight.] That new Xena picture from the starfest is really a good one. You know it's good when you have trouble taking your eyes away from... well, yeah. I just find it very... pleasing. Especially tonight.

Ok, now it's definitely time to stop typing. When we degenerate to such levels, with or without the involvement of alcoholic beverages.... The high moral standard must be upheld. A tough job indeed. lol.

And there I go, making obscure references again. I'm going to bed. RIGHT NOW, GODDAMMIT! Not another sentence! Not another word! Not another character! Not another...