I usually love long drives. I like to sing and think and dream up scenarios as I am blazing down the road with the window down. Today though I was driving longer than I ever have on my own in one go. I was making an effort to listen to new tunes so there was no singing. The speed with which I was traveling was to fast to have the driver's side window down and still have functioning ears so I went with the half down passenger side window instead. I didn't really have much to day dream about either, and if I did, it would have been stopped every fifteen minutes or so by slowing speed signs or slower moving traffic on a one lane stretch of road.
Playing chicken is not my idea of fun. I don't like having my heart race, jacking up my already screwed up back by tensing my whole upper body and lead footing it in order to get around an insufferably slow vehicle before getting slammed by oncoming traffic. I was actually getting pretty good at it after four plus hours. The best part though was when I was there on my own for several minutes. Not a single person ahead or behind me in my lane or the opposite lane. I realized it slowly and then got into the music a bit and it was a nice little early autumn appreciation moment.
What is it about being in someone else's house that makes the most basic actions take twice as long. Taking a shower is an act of fumbling around for products in a bag and for me was made doubly difficult by these crappy nail polish press ons that are suppose to stay on for...well I would hope they are suppose to stay on longer than a day. A little vigorous scalp scrubbing and they were fall off my nails and then from my hair to the drain. I ended up pulling off the remaining ones right then and there in an effort to speed up the by then lengthy cleaning.
Playing chicken is not my idea of fun. I don't like having my heart race, jacking up my already screwed up back by tensing my whole upper body and lead footing it in order to get around an insufferably slow vehicle before getting slammed by oncoming traffic. I was actually getting pretty good at it after four plus hours. The best part though was when I was there on my own for several minutes. Not a single person ahead or behind me in my lane or the opposite lane. I realized it slowly and then got into the music a bit and it was a nice little early autumn appreciation moment.
What is it about being in someone else's house that makes the most basic actions take twice as long. Taking a shower is an act of fumbling around for products in a bag and for me was made doubly difficult by these crappy nail polish press ons that are suppose to stay on for...well I would hope they are suppose to stay on longer than a day. A little vigorous scalp scrubbing and they were fall off my nails and then from my hair to the drain. I ended up pulling off the remaining ones right then and there in an effort to speed up the by then lengthy cleaning.
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