Nick is doing another sleepover and Ry works, so I have another sad old lady evening ahead of me.
Who will visit with me tonight? The possibilities.
Only Buffy isn’t on tonight. So I don’t know what I’m gonna do there. Maybe I’ll listen to some records.
All I need now are some Depends and my transformation will be complete.
Big plans for me tonight.
Nick is going to a sleepover and Ry will be working. I’ll be alone in the apartment ALL NIGHT LONG.
I’ve invited over my sexy friend mr. painkiller and his sexy roommate sir muscle relaxer. We are going to watch the series finale of Buffy, on Comet, with lots of terrible commercials. Will I also crochet at the same time? MAYBE.
If you think I’m being funny haha about this, I’m not. This is a genuinely enjoyable night for me.
But I do have to say, driving home tonight, the song “last worthless evening” by don Henley came on, which I think was pretty rude. Pretty pretty pretty rude.
Most of my books these days are on the kindle, usually from the library. But for some reason I felt compelled to buy Stephen King’s newest book in hardcover. It’s big too, about 600 pages.
I haven’t read a new SK story in awhile and it’s been even longer since I read him in hardcover.
But I’m glad I did it. Cause it’s a good story and I’m in deep. And reading it this way has really brought back some nice memories. Flopping around everywhere with a hefty SK book, losing track of time, ignoring everything else, completely absorbed in his world.
(Memories like this one here. I’m reading the talisman, one of my all-time favorites.)
I like reading on the kindle, it’s easy and convenient, I love being able to highlight my favorite lines and passages, read in the dark, all that.
But there are some stories that need to be read with an actual physical book in your hands. and this is one of them.
Anyway, I just read a line where he referred to the character’s shoes as “tennies” and it makes me happy. It will be a sad day when Stephen King dies. T
I didn’t realize how much I needed this book.
Sometimes when driving I think about crashing my car. Like I suddenly just turn my wheels right into the median and it’s total mayhem, I start spinning and flipping over, like in the movies. Or I send my car speeding right into a construction site, wreaking havoc. dirt and car parts and orange cones flying everywhere.
spectacular and catastrophic.
I die of course.
The best part is the aftermath. The big investigation into the crash. The police or the CSIs or whoever. They’ll study the scene and take pictures and write down notes and someone will examine my body. And when they discover my cell phone, it will be shocking. Everyone assumed that I was texting and driving. But no. No! They find my cell phone snuggled safely in my back pocket.
my ghost will be watching and I will feel a gleeful satisfaction. Almost proud I’ll be, when they realize my vehicular chaos wasn’t because of my phone. They’ll be impressed. “Her phone, Eric. Look. She didn’t even have it out. It was in her pocket the whole time.”
This scenario gives me pleasure when I think about it. But also a lot of anxiety. Cause if I did get into a fatal crash, right before I died, I would definitely be wondering about my phone, where it was, where they’d find it, and what people would say or think. “I bet she was on her phone, that’s why she crashed.” what if people say that? And BELIEVE it? Even if it wasn’t true??? Ahhhh!
So what’s that called. Where you fantasize about purposely crashing your car so that people will find your cell phone in your pocket and know you weren’t distracted driving. What is that anxiety disorder diagnosis.
Calm down I’m not actually going to crash my car I just like THINKING about it sheesh.