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1. driving down the PCH late at night put the fear of God in me last night. i kept wondering what exactly would happen to me if i ran into an oncoming car, or if i didn't make it around the bend that i couldn't actually see ahead of me. and then i remembered that i only know two people in the immediate area, both of whose phones would most likely be set to night-time silent. and then i almost got rear ended by an overzealous SUV, freaked about getting sideswiped by somebody coming from the opposite direction who didn't turn down his brights, and considered unlocking my car doors because nobody's gonna jump in and rob you when you're doing 40 mph in the middle of nowhere, and at least with the door unlocked, i might make it out of my car before i sunk into the pacific ocean in the event of an over-cliff tumble (which felt like a possibility between the oncoming traffic, the inability to see sharp, unfamiliar turns, and my buddy the ass-rider.) too much stress for this monkey.
2. driving down the PCH late last night also made my realize that i desperately need new blades for my windshield wipers. when it's dark and the road is curvy and your window is damp with fog that you can't wipe off, you've got issues. and driving hunched over the steering wheel to peer through the clear streaks doesn't do anything for those stress levels.
3. driving through santa monican suburbia late last night made me realize that i never wish to move here, ever. i rode in perpetual circles for 20 minutes. i was within two miles of my destination the entire time. 20 minutes, two mile radius. i'm obviously a moron; LA has me beat.
however, i did see emmanuel and family, go to the beach, eat delicious pho, walk through a lovely yarn store, and make it back here to find the cat still breathing. so, an overall success of a day.
PS, does anyone else start having weird spurts of imaginative worrywarting while driving? i seem to get so stressed out about what i'm doing that i can only picture the fatal accident that might be waiting for me if i make the slightest error on the road, and i get so freaked out about the consequences that i freak out in my imagination, and zone back in right before a serious, serious curve in the road. it's a little worrying. i think i should hire a copilot.
2. driving down the PCH late last night also made my realize that i desperately need new blades for my windshield wipers. when it's dark and the road is curvy and your window is damp with fog that you can't wipe off, you've got issues. and driving hunched over the steering wheel to peer through the clear streaks doesn't do anything for those stress levels.
3. driving through santa monican suburbia late last night made me realize that i never wish to move here, ever. i rode in perpetual circles for 20 minutes. i was within two miles of my destination the entire time. 20 minutes, two mile radius. i'm obviously a moron; LA has me beat.
however, i did see emmanuel and family, go to the beach, eat delicious pho, walk through a lovely yarn store, and make it back here to find the cat still breathing. so, an overall success of a day.
PS, does anyone else start having weird spurts of imaginative worrywarting while driving? i seem to get so stressed out about what i'm doing that i can only picture the fatal accident that might be waiting for me if i make the slightest error on the road, and i get so freaked out about the consequences that i freak out in my imagination, and zone back in right before a serious, serious curve in the road. it's a little worrying. i think i should hire a copilot.