As I mentioned early in my post featuring a chimichanga, I was quite sick last Friday.  And to be quite honest, I still don’t feel good enough to do much of anything besides schlump over to class, jot a few notes down, and get my friend Megan to drive me home.

Unfortunately, this evening a desperate need for toilet paper forced me out of the apartment.  I got in the car that my parents so lovingly bestowed upon me last November and drove to SuperTarget.  This same sentence can describe a number of week nights in my life.  Sometimes I go to Target not to buy anything, just to go.  It’s a special happy place for me, and I don’t care who knows it.  Target didn’t particularly lift my spirits today.

No no, I was more overwhelmed by how good it felt to simply drive.