The world inside a two-seater convertible is definitely different.

First of all, after nine years of driving an automatic, the stick shift is definitely something to get used to again. Especially since the exit out of the dealership was onto busy Manchester Road (understatement) at 6pm (ugh) with an uphill stop (oh geez) turning left (not even an option). I laughed at myself for about the first ten minutes. I’m glad no one else was there to see my humiliation.

At least I didn’t kill it.

Driving the beauty feels like flying. Of course, that could be because of its size. Bullet-sized. At 65mph it feels like I’m going 80mph. It’s exhilarating, until you see everyone else flying past you.

I think, though, that this is the first time I’ve relaxed since I picked it up. Like it’s too good to be true, and I keep waiting for something to go wrong. Well, more wrong then just the stupid asshole backing out of buying the Honda - while I was at the dealership. Grrr…

I’m completely exhausted, my nerves are completely frazzled, and I have to work tomorrow. All day. It’s a big St. Patty’s Day promotion, so I have three appointments to hold and at least 30 calls to make. The appointments are all back-to-back, so that won’t be bad.

Twelve hour days are starting to wear on me a bit, though.

Had dinner with Audrey. It was a bit like getting a tooth pulled, to be honest. We sat and talked about my family tonight, even though twice I asked her to drop the subject. She was on a roll, and I think part of the problem was a conversation she’d just had with her parents. I wasn’t in the mood to pick at that particular issue tonight, but I couldn’t get her off of it, even when I told her straight out to stop. Oh well, perhaps she just needed to talk about it.

Still felt like getting a tooth pulled.

Wish some of this anxiety would go away. I’m not sure what the exact root is, but it is causing my shoulders to be tense and ache like crazy. Now I remember what men are good for.

Many thousands of dollars poorer,

michelle