Today’s high: 95degrees
Today’s low: Self indulgent sadness and regret
(Car’s location: Under the blazin’ Minnesota Sun)
After work I listlessly plodded to the parking lot. The smells and sounds of downtown, amplified in the still air, couldn’t penetrate my apathetic mindset as I climbed into my car. Heat? What heat? Despite the extremity of the temperature and the fact that the condition of the car’s interior made breathing a concern, I just couldn’t snap myself out of the melancholia.
::leans way back in the seat and has a look around::
I am waiting for you, Vizzini. You told me when a job went wrong, you went back to the beginning.
::wonders how *far* back I’d have to go to completely start over now::
...so it's the beginning, and I'm staying till Vizzini comes.
::waits::
...I will not be moved?
::feels incredibly foolish::
I sigh and shake my head, reaching for the ignition. One hand is on the shift, one foot on the brake- in unison, my body turns so I can glance out the back window as my other arm begins to drape around the wheel. Reversion to childhood in:
…5…
…4…
…3…
…2…
…1…
Contact
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!
OH-MY-FREAKIN-GOD!!!! THE STEERING WHEEL IS MADE OF HOT LAVA!!!!!!"
... ;)
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