Stopped at Subway per the recommendation of CTK. “Be sure to stop one or more times, walk around.” So, no back pain, no knee pain, just a neck pain from not sitting straight. The car screen should be 4 inches closer to the driver. Adjusting my glasses so that I could see the screen takes too much time away from watching the road. Parked in the parking lot, being careful not to spill my tuna sub in my nice car. It is now 145. I have until 6 PM to turn this car in. Since I can’t go shopping because Pat wants me to save my money. I don’t know what I could do to play with this car.
I wanna know why I can’t go snowboarding? Is the only problem not enough money?
Next Friday when I see CTK —video that is— I don’t think I wanna put onto the agenda the whole amazing growth patterns debate. I think I’m just tired of it. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Still bothering me that I don’t know what to tell him it’s so confusing. There’s not any feedback to know if he says he reads them but he’s not a computer so what’s the point am I getting anything out of it? Should I put more energy into the 52 weeks of journaling? Should I focus on more time with Claude? It’s funny how falling out of love with someone still makes you crave them. I thought I was in love with this car, but even when it’s a little bit windy, I feel like I’m having a hard time keeping in the center of my lane. My cup from the gas station is leaking and I have a puddle inside my cupholder that sucks. I had 24 hours without depression. Finally one song that I like on the radio. But I can’t sing. I can’t do karaoke. Add that to the list of things I can’t do.
Well, I love this Escape. I don’t know how to adjust the side mirror. I don’t know how to turn on and off the back windshield.
Wausau. Stop for Subway. Tuna on Italian with provolone lettuce and black olives foot-long. Lays potato chips. I ate it in the car with the radio playing finally found a radio radio station 100.1 playing rock. There was a Nickelback and a couple more that are recognized, but I don’t know the artist.
if Tim asks about my trip I might say what specifically would you like to know and if he just opens it up to say anything that I want to tell him maybe “it’s just adventure started adventure complete.“ Next song playing: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.
So I lied about the radio. As soon as I pulled away from Subway, it’s scratchy and crackling
Happiness is fleeting. It doesn’t last. Is it about surviving until the next time it happens? Like, roundabouts are fun. That was five seconds of enjoyment.
Find a pace car and follow them home. There are no pace cars in the real life. Extend the volume. You can feel the song in your thigh against the door. Someone just cut me off from my pacer. I can’t find my pace car anymore. I guess I’m gonna chase the lead 19 points over is probably a bad thing.