Keys and Car

...and stops my mind from wandering.

The good news is that my keys turned up.

I phoned the bus company and after an initial denial of anything being found, they said that some keys had been handed in. When I described the yellow cord I had attached to it (from a sports whistle, so I can hang them around my neck) it was confirmed that they were mine. Walked to Edgeworth (3km) and picked them up. I was called the "yellow cord lady" which sounds like some sort of serial killer, or a card game or something.

Decided to walk the rest of the way to Stocklands at Glendale (another 3km) and did a little bit of window shopping before I got to my car (I was hunting for a cheap travel clock). Bought a bottle of distilled water and then went to the car. There was nothing wrong with the battery, but the car wouldn't start. I was about to call the NRMA, when I remembered that I'd switched it from LPG to petrol (which it doesn't run on any more) before I'd gone (to help prevent it from being stolen).

Duh!

She ran, so I drove her back home. Stopped at Edgeworth Coles on the way for some food shopping, and put $5 LPG in her, and that was it.

Blowing the Budget

The other thing is that I spent a bit too much over the weekend. Normally when I go down to Wake the Dead, I spend about $20-$25 all told. This time around I spent (over the whole weekend) $40, but I did get drunk. Hmmm.

[SELF THERAPY]

I think I might use this journal to work through some of my issues. Like talking aloud to myself, maybe. Might be real real personal. Thought about using a filter to maybe make it private, but there's little point to that. I think I need feedback, at least to know that maybe I'm not alone in feeling so "lost" and "down".

I work thing out if I can talk or write to someone other than myself. When I do either to myself, I end up in an endless loop that normally turns in on itself and winds me up in knots. But to others - somehow it makes a difference. Well that's why I used to go to twelve step meetings, to hear myself think. It's not "an explanation" or "advice" or "rescue" I want really, just your eyes and ears. To know that I'm not alone, to know that my problems, thoughts and emotions mean something.

So, any time you see [THERAPY] in one of my subject lines (or tagged with self-therapy), it's me talking to myself, about shit in my life. I will probably put th details behind LJ-CUT as well (so you don't have to read any of it, if you don't want to). If you want to reply, that's OK, but you don't have to. Just be there.

Got to start somewhere.