Mar 04, 2007 19:09
Uh, I hate driving for long periods of time. Because I work for people who were involved in car accidents that weren't their fault every day, I've become paranoid about the fact that being involved in a car accident is pretty much inevitable.
I've just come down from Caloundra - I spent a day up there because I will not be able to go back up until June/July. Study commitments. Had to see where my dad is now living, and to see how my stepmother and sister are coping in the house.
The whole thing is just so goddamn draining. Why can't they live closer? And I hate being away from home on Sundays. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I like being at home, relaxing before a week of work starts. But I feel like my Sunday has been ripped from under my feet. Furthermore, my sister insisted that going back to Brisbane through Bridgeman Downs/Everton Park/McDowall/Toowong is so much faster than staying on Gympie road, going on to the inner city bypass and jumping onto Coro drive. She is dead set wrong. Plus, she made me drive through Toowong, which I absolutely hate. Toowong gives me the creeps with it's stupid twisty windy roads.
Plus I feel like I'm coming down with some kind of sickness.
I'm just disgruntled.