The gas needle never quite reaches full. It gets to about 3/4 and it doesn't go much further.
I can't remember anything about this morning, despite the fact that I drove through morning commuter traffic to get to class and sat through an hour and twenty minutes and then drove back.
The only thing I can remember is the gray sky that seemed so low in the morning, and the current break in the clouds and the sun is doing nothing for me right now, when it usually should.
Maybe I vaguely remember being cut-off and tail-gated in the California buzz here and there, and thinking to these people, why even try?
An instance a little while ago comes to mind, where we put up a garage sale sign. And we were standing on the corner to advertise it. And some guy comes up right in front of us and tears our sign down and puts up his. All this work and effort for his little piece of shit garage sale down the street that is so utterly insignificant in the scheme of things.
Needless to say, we tore his sign down. And the one further down the street that lead the way to his piece of shit house.
I better stop writing before this bitterness starts to melt holes in the keyboard.
