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Friday, September 03, 2004

How I learnt to stop worrying and love the bus

I had a feeling I'd failed my driving test when I heard a horn behind me.

I was perfectly aware that tired, paranoid and jumpy was not a good combination behind the wheel, and I'd put that down as the cause of my Serious Error. And, as the examiner pointed out, the car behind nearly hit us.

Have not been sleeping well this week, and an early morning driving test didn't help. Had one of those deeply introspective sleepless nights I hate the most, culminating in what be kindly be called a restless state.

It's not the fact that I failed that's getting to me, it's the fact that 700 pounds later I have no money left, and my enthusiasm for driving evaporated when the job I was learning to drive for failed to materialise. And yet again l find myself in Concorde Fallacy (google it) and am in danger again of putting a lot of time and effort into something with nothing to show for it. And it's not as if I can even afford a car.

I'm sure I'll get some enthusiam back - but I'm going to need a plan B. But I miss the days when I just abstained from the roads.

At least I might get some sleep on the bus.


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