I miss my car.
Today was the first warm, summery day since Maxine was totalled. Consequently, it was the first day the loss actually hit me. I miss my car. It seems like a small thing, but it's not as small as it seems. We all have things to stablize us. Some people play online games, some people build models, some people run or lift wieghts, we all have a hobby. Mine was driving my 1988 Cutlass Supreme Classic Brogham with the T-tops out. Whenever I was bored, or lonely, or needed to calm down, I could just get in my Cutlass and drive somewhere. Now it's gone. For the first time since I got keys, I will be keyless. I feel like less of a man.