My car won’t start. Nor will it take a jump. Not to mention, on this model, the battery is -underneath- the windshield washer fluid tank. So, it’s at the dealership. I’m thinking starter, since the alternator was already replaced since I’ve owned the thing.
It survived the ice storm, though. By the way, while it’s happening, freezing rain is the only winter weather that I don’t like. Once it’s done, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But even I won’t go out in it until the roads have been cleared, if I have a choice.
Though, I must say, ‘s play’s opening night was worth the drive. Even worth the turning into an old man while driving. “I know I’m going five under the limit!” Heh.
I’ve got today running over and over in my head, because I got the distinct impression that and were displeased. Let alone the part where Peter fell asleep. Granted, the session focused on Solomon’s character, but I really think that there were plenty of opportunities to get involved. Right now, the characters are all (with the exception of ‘s) interested in going off somewhere private to do most of their meditation and such things. His is about the only one comfortable to show others when he’s talking to himself. Heh. Literally.
The whole day was sleepy. I barely kept awake myself at some points. I ended up taking a nap because of a headache and periodic falling asleep during post-game movie and teasing. Woke up with the same headache I went to bed with.
Now, I’ve slept a ridiculous number of hours during the day, am totally awake, without headache, and stuck at my house. Sometimes I wish I could spin like to get out some of the shit that’s inside. Things and stuff, man.
My creative force craves an audience and approval from said audience. I’m not sure that I deserved the approval today, and it’s playing havoc with my underlying belief that I can do anything I set my mind to, and do it well.
