The things that come out of an improv comedienne's mind when she's not hooked up to an audience.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
I suppose I should share this: I was in a MINOR car accident last Friday. The damage, as you can see, was minimal. My tail light cover was broken and there's a skid along the fender. But the psychic damage was considerable. I'm having nightmares and driving anxiety. This woouldn't be a problem if I lived in an area with great public transportation, but San Diego kinda sucks in that arena. San Diegans drive... a lot! Drive the kid to school, to the gym, to the grocery store... even my church is 22 miles away! Don't even ask how far away my stitchery stores and quilt shops are. This is rough, but I think I'll get through it. DH says that exercise will really help with the anxiety. He's probably right. (Irritatingly, he usually is.) However, when I'm anxious, I just want to hide out in my studio. ...Which means I have gotten some sewing done: