…left in 2007. Where does the time go?

It’s been a year since I’ve been dealing with this pain that I’ve assumed is either sciatica or piriformis syndrome, and have usually gotten around it with either naproxen or Tylenol, but today was the first day where it just laid me out flat. I haven’t been able to function normally, and my back is killing me.

Ah well.

This trip to L.A., my check engine light turned on, making me apprehensive about my engine suddenly giving out as I traversed the I-5 at 80 mph. The car held out, but now I have to pay something l like $1,000 to get it fixed. So I had to drive my sister’s old car (a 2002 Tan X-Terra) down to S.D.

Which is an interesting frame, because before my sister left for Guatemala, I had to get my car serviced then, too, and had to borrow the X-Terra for a week. (Supposedly, my sister is returning to these United States on Tuesday.)

As usual, I find myself sifting through memories and blog posts, which is actually quite entertaining, but sometimes quite painful. I’m starting to really feel the futility of it all. I really don’t think I’ve learned a goddamned thing since I started keep this journal.

I’m just one voice clamoring into the uncaring ether.

Whatever. It’s late. I need to go to sleep.