Yesterday I drove back to Arizona so I could stay at that girl's apartment and watch her cats. It was a long, looooong drive. It took me forever to actually get on the road and then there was traffic and then I stopped for a shake and then I had to pee a hundred times. I left my house at about 11:30am and I didn't get in until about 3:30am. Normally the trip takes about 13 hours.
I realized something as I was driving; it sort of clicked as to why being on the road for that long gets kind of disorienting and lonely. After about 10 hours of driving where you only pass a couple hundred people and tiny towns and there is nothing but open space... it almost feels like you are in another world. Like some how you drove through some kind of space warp and life is driving, life is just what you are doing. No one else is around, it is just you... all alone. Or everyone is dead and it has been many years and you are the only survivor. It is kind of hard to explain... but I always get an empty odd feeling while driving for so long. And it made it much worse yesterday because I had been driving for so long and it was taking so much longer than usual. I honestly felt like I was never going to get there, like I was stuck on some track and the world was just passing me by but I wasn't actually going anywhere.
So I get here and practically the first thing I do is break something, like seriously? There was a little quote thing on her fridge, some kind of joke and I moved the piece of paper that was blocking the bottom half of it and the magnet fell off, onto the floor and into a few different pieces. Oh and the best part is it says "Greece". Yeah, hello breaking a souvenir from another country. Thank you, I'll be here all day.
Then this morning I am making a poptart and it burns a little and I set off the fire alarm. I am terrified of what I am doing to do next. Kill her cats by this evening?
The magnet is fixable. I can glue the pieces together but there is a couple chipped corners that I can't fix and they are noticeable so I really don't think I will get away with not telling her about it. *sigh*.
Oh yeah and I am a bit scared to cook. If the fire alarm was set off by a poptart, what else will set it off? How sensitive is it?
Ooooh yeah and on the radio as I was scanning through channels I heard a little bit of these people talking about weird things people can do after a head injury. The girl talked about how some guy hit his head on the bottom of a pool, got a concussion and then woke up knowing how to play the piano perfectly. He said that he just sees the black and white pieces in his head before he plays and he just plays what's in his head. He doesn't read music, never played the piano before, and doesn't know what he is going to play until he sits down and it comes to him. And the girl said "How can you hear a story like that and not believe in God, wow."
Um well, maybe because all he was able to do was play the piano after his injury? No lives were saved, no miracle happened, no one gained anything...that's how.