I feel like I am trapped in a snow globe.
A snow globe that is owned by a sinister giant who finds it amusing to shake his little globe every single time I get in my car. It is, for some reason, the only time he shakes his little globe....when I am getting in the car. And then, he stops shaking it when I get out of the car.
You see, it is not snowing now. But it snowed while I was driving to school, just enough to make the roads slick and scare me.
Honestly, my nerves are shot.
Because this has not happened once. It has happened three times a day, seven days a week. (I'm only exaggerating a tiny bit. Maybe one day the sun was shining...and it blinded me.)
It reminds me of an episode of Dr. Who that Katie told me about...the one when the people are stuck in their cars...for YEARS!
Or Stephen King's The Dome.
Or the Twilight Zone.
Or even the final episode of St. Elsewhere.
Yes. St. Elsewhere ended with a little boy looking into a snow globe...insinuating that the whole show was this little boy's imagination.
Problem is, it has to be done. There is no out.
Katie must go and I must take her.
I tell ya, it's like I am being forced to walk a tight rope over Niagara Falls three times a day.
In fact, I can not watch the Packers play any more...I can not handle to stress of it. I can't handle any show with tension.
I don't drink, never have...but let me tell you, I need a drink right about now.
What can I do to bear it bravely?
Besides just bearing it bravely?
P.S. Patrick hit a deer last week.