Wednesday, August 10, 2011
I had a scare on my drive home from work yesterday, bad chest pains that caused me to pull off the road twice. I made it to my doctors office which was closed, considered calling 911 from the parking lot but that seemed embarrassing so I drove home. It all went away. My husband stuck with me all evening like a fly on that sticky paper hanging thing. I sit here this morning drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and wondering "what the hell?"
My husband is watching the financial news like a teenage boy glued to a video game. I'm obsessing on some different textiles for an art project. The dog wants both of us to quit our jobs and stay home with him. He is the only one making sense.