I hate that she doesn’t drive. I hate that she probably will never attempt to drive. This will continue to be a thorn in our relationship. Truthfully I’m upset at other stuff as well and I have to make sure I don’t take it out on her. It’s cold outside, my head is starting to hurt, I’m so completely and utterly unfulfilled it’s frightening. Basically, having an off day. Depressed. Apathetic. Fearful. Take your pick. Adjectives, I’ve got plenty. But who cares, no big deal. I want more. Misty’s looking plump from this angle. An optical illusion for certain; that girl’s kitty anorexic or bulimic actually. Whatever and ever. Amen.