After a godawful drive, we're finally in West Virginia. For the uninitiated (of which there are, surprisingly, quite a few of you), my mother and I make a yearly trek from Chicago to WV to visit relatives. Since we bypassed Gary, Indiana wasn't as bad as usual. Ohio is, uh, not one of my favorite states, to say the least, and today was no exception. I slept through a good portion of Pennsylvania. West Virginia was, and is, okay.
Now, the main thing you need to know about my family is that we are all opinionated and muleheaded SOBs. You can argue with one of us until you're blue in the teeth, but we ain't budgin'. Needless to say, politics is a popular topic of discussion. We'd barely greeted everyone when a discussion (read: arguement) about politics broke out.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I find politics incredibly fascinating, but I fucking hate talking about them. I know my beliefs and I can certainly back them up, but let's face it: no matter how much you argue, you aren't going to be changing anyone's mind. Especially not in this family. So... I didn't participate in the discussion. Neither did my grandmother, who is looking old (which is not a surprise, considering how the woman's 85 years old and all).
Honestly, it's taken me way the fuck too long to write this, because I'm exhausted (I've gotten maybe 5 hours of sleep in the last three days) and not really in the mood to write. So... sleep awaits?