You know, sometimes things just don’t work. I’m crazed out of my mind and all I can think to do is drive. I’m halfway to Sheridan now, and I’m looking for a good excuse to calm down and turn around. The likeliest reason now is the draining gas tank. I have no idea what set me off. I just know it’s not meant to be like this. A house is not a home without family. No family would ever say something like that.
It’s sort of peaceful out here. At least the stars will keep me company.