Health Care

My sweet baby girl* is in the hospital*. I hope the doctor* can save her!
It's amazing how much my sanity and freedom depend on my car. I mean, I am fine and all, but it's only been like 12 hours--most of which I was asleep--and I miss her already. Last night, for example, I was ready to go home but I couldn't because I was dependent on someone else being ready to take me. It was fine, I kept myself busy. (In fact, it was probably a good thing, because there is no way I would have been reading my textbook if I was at home. At home I have A Ring of Endless Light. I'm like 50 pages from the end, and I love both this book and the next book in the series. I also have Rules of the Road, Windless Summer, One Child, Beautiful Child, and about a dozen other books on my "To Be Read ASAP" list.) It's just that lately I've been feeling the need to run away from my life (I'm not really sure why, I just need to get lost***** somewhere) and today, when I actually have time to get out of dodge, I can't because I don't have a car to do it.
(Dear Baby--I'm sorry I've neglected you and made you suffer for so long. You understand, right? Get better soon! Love, Der)


*car
**shop
***mechanic
****fix everything without exceeding the limits of my bank account
*****I don't know where I got it from, but I love to just pick a road I've never been on and drive for a while. I say that I'm getting myself lost, but I can always find my way home without too much trouble. Well, so far...