got the answering machine. so I guess I’ll write a little more.
so the wonderful sense of
so the wonderful sense of freedom that I’ve had driving the last week or two has completely and totally vanished.
I hit a semi this afternoon on my way to Matt’s party. no, it wasn’t that bad, considering: I drifted right in the lane while I was trying to figure out whether it would be better to take 405 (because of all the crazy seafair shit) and the front ride side of the daewoo slid across the left rear tire of the semi. lost the passenger mirror, scraped that corner of the car. and this was in southcenter…so I drove all the way to Matt’s completely terrified, crying pretty much the whole way, listening to jill sobule’s pink pearl album – which in the circumstances seemed almost appropriate. that perfect combination of jaunty tunes and melancholy lyrics…just the thing to bawl to.
on the way home, I fought back panic attacks every time somebody passed me – which since I refuse to go 90 mph, was pretty often. my arms and shoulders ache. chad hasn’t gotten home yet, either. I’m freaked out about that conversation.
this whole thing freaks me out. I’ve had my license for less than a month – this car less than 2 months – and already I’ve done something to fuck it up. I don’t know how much this will cost, how it will affect the cost of our insurance, how soon we can get it done. then Matt said, right before I left his place, that I might have a problem with the insurance because I didn’t file a police report. hell, I don’t think the semi even saw me (I don’t think I would’ve seen me), and I wasn’t exactly going to try & pull over on I5 at 405. (i considered it momentarily, but i don’t know if i would’ve been able to get in the car again.)
so I’m going to get drunk (we had a couple of hard lemonades in the fridge) and maybe cry some more, and then I don’t know what. I might call Kat, before I get too messed up, but it’s probably too late for that.
ahhh, web log. so, what’s
ahhh, web log. so, what’s log-worthy tonight? I just sent off Matt’s round robin to Barry. I need to write, clean the upstairs room, and empty the dishwasher, probably not in that order.
I’m getting close with Aila – altho I might have jinxed myself by mentioning being “almost done with a sci-fi novel” today. but no, that’s just superstitious silliness. 🙂
actually, I’m going to try working on the exercise Matt gave us – writing dialogue without tag lines – in the hope that it will give me a new perspective. (okay, so mostly I’m still just trying to avoid writing the conversation between Aila and the nara.)
and hey, I can drive
so Jenny Dixey (digital eve)
so Jenny Dixey (digital eve) says she is having problems reading some of the text on this site. I still can’t quite figure out why. I guess I’ll have to troll thru the CSS & see what I can find. maybe it’s an issue of conflicting sizes. I just haven’t had time.
but my mood remains good, even tho I spent most of Mon/Tues in pain – lower back pain, probably from all the housework & lifting I did on Sunday.
I got a new haircut – no picture yet, of course. 🙂 actually…that reminds me…I’ve had pictures at Walgreens for weeks now….
must exercise, then go get pics!
in the background: an old
in the background: an old episode of ST:TNG. “everybody’s playing…wanna try?”
okay, I may need to
okay, I may need to curtail this moment. 🙂 it’s after 11 pm, and I’m actually cleaning out one of my mail.com mailboxes. I’ve been meaning to do this for weeks.
“wireless is catching a big fish & a small fish at the same time”
yeah, sure, uh-huh. whatever you say. if someone from my work called while I was out on a lake, I’d throw the damn phone into the water.