Digression

I can hardly contain my excitement anymore. In the heat of my attempt at containment, I've been packing up my apartment little by little. I boxed up the bathroom and my desk drawers! It feels fantastic.

I searched the town side to side today for a rugged messenger bag for my travels. My first stop was the GIANT Scheel's in Fargo (which may as well be it's own country). You could take the entirety of the MSUM campus and fit it inside this building. It is outfitted with a ferris wheel (which I like to ride on occasion) operated by a creepy/friendly man (still in question), and a presidential wax tour! Seriously. It's the craziest building ever. The only way that someone could conjure up such a monstrosity is through serious amounts of caffiene pills and a large midlife epiphany. I can see it: "We need a sporting goods center! We can sell BATS! And gloves! And bikes! Kayaks, too! WAIT. Wait. We'll get hungry so we'll need a restaurant in there, too. OH. Oh oh oh!! I've got it, guys! A FERRIS WHEEL. Right in the middle RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE. Hmm. Something's missing...something....oh....ohh...WAX PRESIDENTS. OH…MY…BRILLIANCE."

The store is truly epic. You could easily get lost in it for several days if you really wanted to and, if need be, one could sustain themselves in the camping section, use the restrooms, and eat from the restaurant. Now that I think about it…it doesn't sound half bad.

I purchased something at Scheel's, and on my way out was thanked by a presumable upper-management figure on a Segway. A SEGWAY! Read: A pedestal on wheels. I am 28% sure his legs were not broken. Alas, I digress. Scheel's is a friendly place, as was the small local sporting goods store across the street that a Scheel's employee directed me to after they didn't have what I was looking for! A whole world of sports and not a single messenger bag for a little lady.

So I thought I'd swing by Gander Mtn. I always see it from the interstate when I'm driving home from work, and it looks like a pretty rugged place. Maybe they have a bag for me, I thought! Then I pulled into the parking lot and saw nothing but supercrew heavy duty diesel trucks, and turned my car around. No way.

So the search conitnues...and so does the countdown, 10 days y'all. Wow.