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Dearest,
I know it has been a long time. I've been doing a lot of nanowrimo writing (you can find that here: http://web.mac.com/kerynstewart/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html) and work has really sucked. No so much until today, today work REALLY sucked. >sigh< one of these days . . .
So, I feel really guilty. I should be rejoycing, or something, but instead I just feel kinda bad. Yesterday I ran a red light in front of a cop. Those of you who have driven with me know that I don't usually drive that wildly, but I just majorly misjudged the yellow, and ran it. The light was right by my house, so usually I throw little fits about people being stupid at that intersection, and so felt ever worse. So I pulled into the parking lot, started to get out, watched the cop pull in behind me and walked over to his car to present him with my liscense and information.
He looks at me, asks me if I live in the townhouses, which I do, and then tells me that he's going to let me off because I'm in his area and he likes looking out for the people in unincorporated. I just kinda stared at him for a moment before thanking him profusely.
I really feel like an idiot, I had just told Grant earlier that evening that I have great luck with driving, but it's going to run out. I really thought that it finally had.
>shakes head< garg.
I'm going to go write some more. I hope that all is well in neverland.
Yours in Letters
I know it has been a long time. I've been doing a lot of nanowrimo writing (you can find that here: http://web.mac.com/kerynstewart/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html) and work has really sucked. No so much until today, today work REALLY sucked. >sigh< one of these days . . .
So, I feel really guilty. I should be rejoycing, or something, but instead I just feel kinda bad. Yesterday I ran a red light in front of a cop. Those of you who have driven with me know that I don't usually drive that wildly, but I just majorly misjudged the yellow, and ran it. The light was right by my house, so usually I throw little fits about people being stupid at that intersection, and so felt ever worse. So I pulled into the parking lot, started to get out, watched the cop pull in behind me and walked over to his car to present him with my liscense and information.
He looks at me, asks me if I live in the townhouses, which I do, and then tells me that he's going to let me off because I'm in his area and he likes looking out for the people in unincorporated. I just kinda stared at him for a moment before thanking him profusely.
I really feel like an idiot, I had just told Grant earlier that evening that I have great luck with driving, but it's going to run out. I really thought that it finally had.
>shakes head< garg.
I'm going to go write some more. I hope that all is well in neverland.
Yours in Letters