February 7th, 2006

lightning strikes twice

i've recently become obsessed with the talking heads

boone's girlfriend has a B parking permit, so we drove to school this morning. but, when i walked out of the lecture hall 75 minutes later, i'd forgotten all about that. my ears were burning in the cold air and i could see my breath. all i could think was, "how the fuck did i get here today?" it was a pretty weird feeling.

i get that way when i drive sometimes. (of course, by sometimes, i mean every time i get in my car.) it's especially pronounced on the interstate, when exits are few and far between and i have ample time to get side-tracked, distracted and distraught. but i can recall some very recent occasions just in the four miles between my place and broad ripple. i'm such a space cadet.

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