Friday, June 5, 1998
1:15pm
I had planned on going yesterday to take the test to get my learner's permit. We didn't though, because by time we were done with all our other running around, Mom didn't feel like sitting and waiting for me to take the test and all that goes along with it. So today, I got ready, and Mom called the license bureau to see if I could come in and take the test. The answer? No! They give the test at the police station, on Wednesdays. So I won't have my permit until sometime after I get back in July and can get in for the test. Mom apologized for not having called in sooner to find out, but it's my fault as much as anyone's. I'm the one who kept putting it off, when I meant to go get it taken care of last week.
Just another frustration... I'll live, but Jev was hoping I'd have my permit so he could teach me how to drive his manual transmission Chevette. I guess it's probably a good thing in a way, but it wasn't the way we had things planned.
We still haven't decided for sure what we're going to do tomorrow after he picks me up at the airport. He couldn't find any reasonably priced rooms anywhere nearby, so I guess we'll be playing it by ear. He feels bad about it, but I'm not really any better about getting things planned and arranged than he is, and I'm not going to complain. Right now, all I want to do is be with him... and talk him into giving me a neckrub.
There are so many things I ought to be doing right now, but I don't really feel like it. My neck and shoulders ache, probably from sleeping in the wrong position, and I'm a little depressed about the permit thing, too. I've been working on making a miniature teddy bear -- like I really needed to start another project when I'm not even done packing! -- but the bear has taken a walk somewhere I can't find it... I have one completed arm, waiting to be attached to the rest of the body, and no sign of the head, body and legs. Kind of typical of me... I start a project, lay it aside, and forget about it for the next year or two. Sometimes I get so disgusted with myself...
2PM
Some comfort found in a package of lipton noodles & sauce, a couple ibuprofen, and a heating pack laid on my neck and shoulders for a bit. Didn't help my mood, but at least my body is a little more comfortable. I don't know what I did yesterday to make it so unhappy, but last night it hit me and said "I need to go to bed... NOW!" and when I did crawl in bed, I realized how tired and worn out it was.
While I was waiting for the noodles to cook, I put away a couple of the books I bought at the rummage sale the other day, and the collection of those cloth-covered bound journals I have caught my eye. They weren't what I'd been looking for, as I thought I kept my old diary in one of those little books with a lock and key that most teenage girls have at one time or another. Anyway, I got them out and flipped through them, only to find the pages torn from that tiny book with the key, as well as several earlier incarnations of my journal. Some of them go back as far as 1986, and the most recent were 1993, which would have been the summer before I moved here to Missouri.
I think I'll go through and read them and if there are any interesting entries, I might post them here, as a sort of "Past Lives" thing. That will be a chore though, as my writing at best is a little sloppy, and at worst is about as hard to decipher as ancient Egyptian heiroglyphs. We shall see what comes of them... for now, I'm going to stretch out and read the most recent and see if my neck will forgive me for the recent abuse (of sleeping wrong).
