doesn’t seem real, really. weird. i don’t want to be here, of course, this is standard protocol for monday, but next monday? probably i’ll wish i was here. i’m terrified that i will have no work.
and i am going to miss my car. i’ve been putting it off and putting it off but it has got to go. i’ve been driving it with the radio off to get the full effect of that rattle, ’cause with the radio loud it’s still my nice car.
my head’s spinning right now. sorry for the whining.