I can almost taste the Big Apple, baby. Only 75 or 80 miles to the George Washington Bridge (Manhattan), I think, then about 23 more to Coney Island after that. I could easily be done by Saturday, but I'll be taking Saturday off, as long as everything goes smoothly between now and then. Y'see, this Saturday is for watching Buckeye football (and then Penn State when that game is over). I guess my folks are gonna show up to witness the end of this unfuckingbelievably amazing and painful journey. There's a tear rolling down my cheek right now just from thinking about what I've ALMOST done, so I can only imagine how it will feel once I actually finish. I'll probably be crying like a little baby. Man... Wow.