my baby drives me every which way (too much)

Trish finally has her license. Earlier in the last week, Trish-uh! took Trish for divers cruises; I forget each & every one, but then Wednesday the 2 of them went out around 11:00 (a few minutes late; Trish called her cell) & left me at home until after Jeffer Auss came by to pick up his DVD he'd rented the night before. When Trish rang the doorbell she had a big pout on her face as a practical joke -- when I anxiously asked if she'd gotten it the 2 of them broke into smiles & said, "Yes".

Thursday, we had to wake Trish up early: first day on her new job at Pizza Hut. She's washing dishes during the luncheon buffet now. She drove out OK -- at least, I assumed that she did after no phone calls that she'd wrecked -- so I did a little more on QA; that lucky little lady (Crystal) in the City of Night. Kim came over when Trish was gone, on the way home from Fat Albert's Sons. Then Trish entered, & it was like almost heaven, west Jamaica (still wishing I had U-boat).

Then yesterday Trish's car needed gas, so we had to go to the Iron Claw Credit Union to cosign some money out of the bank. We found Town Pump from the side streets, but Trish had trouble parking outside the bank. This caused so much savage dread that I was unable to write while Trish was gone. Instead, I watched The Wall, which is just as Kool as the Doors. She hadn't returned home yet when I had my appointment with Joe, & since I started to have a depersonalization experience in his office (from savage dread) I called home: bad news; Trish had backed into a truck on the way out of the bank parking lot (with no harm done) -- which is a difficult parking lot, even for an experienced driver. I got her to come to the Layout's Halloween party & then watched the Buffster all evening, to calm her down.