02 February 2004 06:19

icy and seasick

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it's bittercold and icy out, and i have to go and make sure that the buick is cleaned off and ice free before i make my way to work. there is nothing about the sentence above that i like. i want: a drive to work without panic attacks or the traction control kicking in (it would be nice if there were also no idiots on the road, but i'm keeping my requests within the realm of possibility). i want to be able to wear a skirt without risking frostbite of the nether regions. i want a job with better vacation times and less mindgaming, preferably one i can walk to. i wish the new medication didn't make me nauseated all the time. why something that's supposed to be fixing my brain is doing such dreadful things to my stomach, i'm sure i'll never know. love, might