Mar 22, 2009 00:20
Woke at 8 am to run around making cupcakes... that few at dinner cared to eat.
Left for Columbus, for an introduction to a second job that I don't need, but could certainly use.
Slammed on my brakes in the left lane of the highway as traffic stopped for an accident. The car following too close behind me had to swerve into the shoulder to avoid hitting me. It made me nervous.
My boxes arrived from Toronto today. They make me nervous too. They wreak of Jason, our expired love. I think of him packing it all up, watching someone else take it away, and it makes me ill with regret that I handled things so poorly, so cowardly.
My belongings creak like the mice that creeped around our summer home and now I'm too afraid to unpack them alone in the middle of the night. I have to wait for another almost two hours for Brian to get home from his gig.
I hate living so terrified.