deep sulking

I don’t like near-death experiences, I’ve decided. I had one yesterday, driving south on the 101. The wind was gusting quite a bit, and my little car was a bit wobbly, but I felt like I was doing okay. Then, all of a sudden, one huge gust of wind seemed to pick my car up and set it down halfway in the lane to my left. If the driver in that lane hadn’t swerved, I wouldn’t be writing this entry. Note to self: The new car doesn’t do well in high winds. I’ll spare you the sordid description of my consequent panic and recovery. Yesterday was pretty much a bust, all the way around. The insomnia’s only getting worse, and I feel dangerously antisocial. The “dangerously” is because I’m at the point of avoiding...

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