captain's log   
02:27pm 01/08/2003
 
mood: confused
music: the dead silence of my mom's car and room
Day One Without a Car

Utterly and wholly...bearable. Surprisingly, I feel no loss of vehicle. I get up early, do some laundry, watch TV, talk online. While my grandfather drives me to work, I enjoy a book.



Day Two Without a Car

Starting off horribly. I am still sitting in the breakroom at 12:01, technically Day Two, waiting for Dan to get out of a meeting. We go to dinner, and I spend too much money, then back to his house. We fall asleep. At 4 AM, I wake up and start freaking out, because I have to go home. Neither of us enjoys the ride. My mother wakes me up at 10:15, and the only bad thing about the day past this point is that she makes me feel like a horrible person, regretting I ever was born. Because I have put her in financial ruin. Soon, she will drive me to work. Jess Wilson will pick me up at 10, and after we hang out for awhile, will bring me back to Dan, so he can take over having to truck me around.

I don't really mind, though. That's the odd part. Not having a car is kind of liberating, in a way. I'm not sure it's supposed to be -- in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not. But I won't tell if you don't.

Shhh.		  
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