I don't know what it is, but something about riding in the car is so relaxing and can result in me sleeping for hours. I guess it's a good thing I slept most of the way home because it's a comfortable ride. I'm so big that it's hard to find a car that I comfortably fit in and how to sit in order for my legs not to go through the chair or my head through the roof. Also, it doesn't help that the majority of the car is loaded with my stuff. However, size and twelve hour drive problems aside, I got some great rest, and when I wasn't sleeping I was reading and was able to read 17 chapters in my book. After 12 hours, 612 miles, a long summer, and dealing with a terrible cold I see conyers open up before my eyes and my house in the distance.
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