Dude, Where’s My Car?
I let myself become obsessed with the car today. I was tired again and I couldn’t concentrate on anything meaningful at work, so I let myself concentrate on something I had no control over. The car would be ready when it was ready, but I couldn’t accept that. And tired as I was, it just made me all the more miserable.
Stef drove me to my parents’ house in the morning and then Dad drove me over to work. Stef has to be at work earlier than I do and has farther to travel, so I sat in the living room shooting the shit with Dad for about an hour before I had to be at work.
Work was frustrating and uneventful. I just couldn’t get anything done. The car was on my mind, the house too, and I was tired, tired, tired.
When Mom came and picked me up at the end of the day, I was exhausted and ready to go home. Stef drove up from work, picked me up at my parents, and then we drove home.
I did make a call to check on the car during all of this and they said it would be ready tomorrow.
I tried to have a productive evening. I messed with splitting the cable upstairs so that we could have it going in multiple rooms. When that was done and working, I decided to clear out some of the garbage cluttering up our living room. The living room is still a mess, but I’m starting to see how it will take shape.