From The Gladstone Car Diaries, December, 2015

Ultimately, it was a little anticlimactic.

Rolling out of the tunnel and into the train yard back home, I knew right where I was immediately. The warehouses. The long swaths of industrial buildings and parking lots and fences and razor wire. The streetlights and power poles and telephone lines. The chemicals and pollution in the air are mostly invisible, but they add to the overall used-up quality. It's like a place that has had all the beauty and wonder and adventure sucked out of it, and it's sucking harder all the time.

Not to get all negative on you. Maybe I've just got those post vacation blues.

@Tomas met me in the train yards. He seemed to know all about my time on the train. He was really glad to see me, but I think he was more excited to see the Gladstone Car back again. After greeting me, he made some kind of awkward excuse and let himself into the train car, then shut the door behind him. Didn't even walk me back to school.

After a day at the registrar's, the good news is I get full credit for the whole year! I was worried they'd try and jank me out of it, but they were fully satisfied about the academic requirements, and that my journal would do just fine.

Except for now they want it all in a prezi. Barf. Anybody want to draw the web comic?