RP: Untitled; for alwaysbrilliant

[alwaysbrilliant]

"What's wrong with you?" she snaps at herself. She's driving away from her mates, a gorgeous spa, and a whole weekend's worth of shopping - not to mention the bloke she met the night before who'd seemed very interested in seeing her again. And for what? That weird tension in the back of her brain that no amount of Swedish massage therapy could cure? The feeling she'd left half her heart behind after work on Friday? Or was it that damned night she'd spent curled up to the Doctor like a desperate slut?

"Learn to drive!" she shouts to her interior as she cuts in front of slow-moving lorry. She's been driving like a maniac, and on some level she knows that, but it's only because she's mad at herself, isn't it? It's not like she's hurrying home. She's mulling that very though over as she pulls into the driveway. At last.