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something, what Taking my car to the shop tomorrow morning. I've been happy with my mechanics but Sunday night Friend tells me about a mechanic he's found, a guy who just works out of his garage and is way cheaper than the shops. Called the guy this morning but no answer and no outgoing voicemail message so I gave up - shop tomorrow, then. But am now full of chagrin. Will spend hundreds of dollars tomorrow and will never know how much I could have saved. Been thinking and thinking. I stayed in this town and was able to find that guy again and so maybe this place has no more purpose for me. I feel quite lost and very unhappy here. I love the running community, I love that lifestyle and what it's done for me, but I'm not sure I love anything else. I'm not sure. I don't even have dreams anymore - I haven't had a dream in two weeks, maybe. I was just thinking I should get an official dream journal to write them down in and now they've dried up. I know this phase will pass but for right now I don't like it. Ice cream now - that will make me feel better. Hair cut tomorrow. Something, something. Something. I feel so weird.
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