I saw that same candidate for Congress today that I saw last Thursday, only today he was at the Bethesda metro. I wonder if he’s working his way in. Bizarre.
The fingers on my left hand are peeling. I don’t know why. They certainly didn’t get sunburned, yet they’re peeling. Mostly the tips. I keep putting on lotion in hopes that’ll fix everything. I’m upset by this turn of events.
Work? Argh. Life in general? Okay. I’m just in a place right now where I don’t feel like thinking about anything—about work, about life outside of work, about people, about myself. I think that’s why I like driving. When I drive, my mind is blank. It’s nice.
Current song in my head:
“Back to Before” from Ragtime