Today was pretty amazing. It started off rough, with a bad dream making me wake up in panic mode, and then a text from the ex causing a slight bit of strife. But then something cool happened: I responded, and it was okay. Like. Things didn’t get horrible, at all. And this weight was lifted off my shoulders. Or, more accurately, out of my stomach. Without me having to vomit. I’m not sure exactly what was going on, why I was so afraid. But there’s hope for this thing yet. I don’t even know what that means. But. There’s hope.
Then I went on the best practice drive EVER. I’m gonna book my test as soon as possible and see what happens. Then I’m going to get the fuck out of town, maybe drive around the prairies for a few days. It’ll be good to get out and breathe. Sidenote: My car’s name is Ingrid, after Ingrid Third from Fillmore. Yep. I love her.
While my mom was getting a massage I hung out in the car some more, listened to excellent music and talked to excellent friends. An old friend from junior high recently contacted me, and we’ve been reconnecting, which is crazy. People change so much, so fast.
Then there was family time. Good television, good conversations on the balcony. We talked about the origin of humour, which is fascinating. Why do we find things funny? What is the evolutionary purpose? That kind of stuff.
Fall in love with yourself! Good day.