Last night, I didn’t sleep at all. I woke up at midnight, after deciding to turn in early, and watched bad TV for what seemed like an eternity. I thought about things that I miss. People that I love. The ocean.

When I woke up this morning, the battery in my car was dead. For once, I wasn’t stressed out about it, nor did I feel bad about telling my boss that unless I could bring it to Willy to fix right away, I wouldn’t be in. I love that a family member can fix my car. And today, I love that I will be without a car until he gets done working.

Jess came over and the two of us successfully jump-started Fiona and were very proud when done. Neither of us were on fire, all limbs were intact, and we were mechanics! Well, we felt like mechanics anyway. I bought her lunch for following me to the parents’ house to drop off the car, she brought me to the post office, and then we went shopping. Probably just what I needed. To be with someone who makes me giggle. To avoid the severity of everyone at work for a day.

I did, however, get a call from my mother a few minutes ago, bitching (just like she does so well) about my not going to work “just because” of a dead battery. (Moving to Washington – 1: Living in Florida near Mom – 0). I don’t understand why she still talks to me like I am skipping school when I don’t go to work. Precisely the reason I don’t speak to her unless I have to. I am sure round two will happen this evening when I return for my car. Unless I hit her with it.