2004-03-13 - 10:48 p.m.
there were lights. bright ones, of course. i stopped. turned off my car. sat there. waiting. i just sort of stared off into space, i didn't really feel all that upset. there was some pleasant conversation. sirs and ma'ams. squinting into the horribly bright flashlight. my brain screamed out in agony from the light. when he walked back to his car, i looked in my rear view mirror. i noticed there was not just one, but two of them. i felt proud of myself.
but i feel sort of confused. i think i should have gotten more upset about the situation than i did. i don't feel anything.
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