that's what happens to me, too. i'll drive twenty miles and suddenly realize that i left it on the roof when i was in the grocery store parking lot. it brings me to a screaming halt on a dusty road where no one is around to care anyway, and i'm left feeling allergic and irresponsible.
denise and i had a smoke break this afternoon and she said [note: this is completely out of context], "i need therapy."
that's my story. i wait for things to change. when they do, i don't pay any attention until they're habit and i find myself waiting for things to change. guess what i'm doing right now. bingo. am i content? believe it, baby.
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