Sometimes, I can be so oblivious to my surroundings. Today, Bonnie went to go meet some boy at around two or something, and asked me to give her a ride downtown because she didn't want to have to worry about parking. I was too comfortable on the couch reading, and sort of tired of serving as Bonnie's chauffer since she is perfectly capable to drive, so I told her no, and then she left to go meet Russ. I had just assumed that she drove there and that her car wasn't here, and that I was homebound since it was rainy and yucky looking out.

All throughout the yucky weather where I was trapped inside, I was really kicking myself for not driving Bonnie so I could have used her car to go somewhere today, to have gotten out of the house, to have gotten some food instead of eating five bowls of lentil soup. When I was so bored that I thought it would be a good day to pick up Ulysses again, to try to be a good lit major and get the stupid book under my belt. I tried. I really did. But, after reading just three pages, I woke up two hours later with the book at my side, wondering why the hell this book puts me to sleep like no other. Then, I wished that I had driven Bonnie, that I had her car to drive around in.

So, I just went down to the kictchen, microwaved the last of the lentil soup, the last of our food in the house, and came upstairs, glanced out the window as I walked up the stairs, saw all the cars in the parking lot and kept walking. A glance I had done countless times already today. And then, I realized that Bonnie's car was there, I checked out the window again, and yes, I am the biggest idiot in the world sometimes. Bonnie's car was here all day, sitting right there while I moaned about how I wanted to get out of the house and go somewhere so bad. Maybe I will take a trip to Taco Bell soon with this car. Maybe not. Maybe I will curl up with a good book and some wine and just end this boring day, put it to bed, so tomorrow's can start that much sooner.