I'm Mr Brightside

how ridiculous is it that the really simple things can seemingly make everything else better? I'm not complaining. last time I mentionned the fact that with every good thing, seems to come so much stupid, unpleasant baggage. well today I think that was all negated (if not forever, for four whole hours) by a nice simple driving test pass. those hours are ones which I've just spent, probably terrifying one of my favourite people half to death (I was grateful for him not letting on) but mostly feeling totally at ease, and SO relieved. people say driving provides such a sense of freedom (people do say that, yeah?), and it's soso true. another little wormhole for me to escape through, if the need be. not, however, if the handbrake is still up when I've been driving along for about 5 minutes, this eventuality repeated could probably result in a fast transition from freedom, to... car... morgue?! garage? I don't know, that sentence lost all effect and logic.

anyway I feel better than I did yesterday, I care less than I did yesterday. and I guess I don't mind if it's not for too long.