Everything is so much nicer now that school is done. This morning, responsibility flickered through my sleepy mind, and then, instead of pushing it away with vaguely guilty feelings, I remembered that I am free, free, free, so I can push it away without guilt. At least for this week.
Another crisis looms, however. The more I think about the fact that I have to, like, drive on my own with my extremely sketchy base of knowlege (after about one week of refreshing my memory on the 6 hours from the driving class last Christmas) the more I am basically convinced of impending doom. Like me crashing, or dying (but not being dead, because, who can picture that?). This is fucking terrifying. I’m trying not to think about it, which naturally means I think about it in ever-expanding detail.
If these are my LAST. DAYS. ON. EARTH., I suppose I should try to fill this upcoming week with cupcakes and sex and maybe some strategic will-making, for that $200 in my checking account.
I’m looking forward to the day when I can feel that way a week from now. For now, I have to finish my shitty paper.
Driving on highways (which I assume is what you’ll be doing) really isn’t that bad. You just stare and push on the gas. Just watch out for left turn on yield lights. They’re the killers. Remember when I willed my ipod to you just in case yours shaivo-ed again when I died in the lab due to florescent light poisoning? Can you will me some books?