The Raggaeton is keeping me awake.
Doug and I drove from Portland to Chicago. Not enough happened. We left Portland on Easter Sunday and got back four or five days later. I got sick after the first night. It rained on the parade.
I don't want to live in the country. There isn't much to look at. Sure, the sky goes on for miles, but there are too many billboards featuring fetii (the plural form of fetus?) for my taste.
Idaho sure is vast.
I took too many photos and will post them when I can not sleep.
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