Magic Car

I don't know how else to explain it, but it happened again today. My car turned invisible. I know, I know. It sounds crazy. But, I can't think of another explanation. This has happened before. Usually it only lasts for a few hours, or even a day, but then it goes back to normal. Today, it was only for about an hour. It looked perfectly normal to me, like visible and red and everything. But other people must not have been able to see me because they were pulling out in front of me from driveways, intersections, etc. as if there wasn't an oncoming car. There can't be that many people out there with a death wish or who are seeking an insurance payoff from an accident. Plus, it all happened at once, in one single time span, whereas later in the day, everything seemed normal. They waited for me to pass before pulling out or crossing the intersection. But, earlier, it was every single car in front of me. Not just one or two, but every single one, no matter if there was enough room or not (usually not). The drivers never even looked at me, not one of them. Surely, they just couldn't see me, as the invisibility of the car must extend to me, too, enveloping me in it's magic. But this has happened to me more than once before. Usually, it lasts for an entire day and I have to be extra careful everywhere I go. It's not like my car is gray or silver or something that could blend into the pavement. It's bright red. It's a decent size, too, not a mini. Pretty obvious most of the time. I have no control whatsoever of the invisibleness. It can happen without warning and I can't control when my car becomes visible again, either. I wish I could add flashing lights and a siren. Maybe that would help.

No major news to report. Just a normal trip to Starbucks, after I dropped my old books at the library. I've got two newer ones that I checked out on Saturday, but I'm nearly done with the first one. I'll probably be done with the second one next week the way I'm going. I nearly finished Carol Goodman's The Ghost Orchid at Starbucks and will probably finish that one tonight. My hands are kinda shaky and I wonder if my iced caramel macchiato was actually decaf like I asked for. I just feel a little hyper, like my hands don't want to sit still for a second.

There is a second buyer interested in the darkroom equipment. He wanted an inventory of everything I had. He seems truly interested, but I don't think I'll really believe it's sold until I have the money in my hand and there's some extra space in the apartment. Too many people have told me they wanted it, and then never contacted me again. Really inconsiderate. Hopefully "Alex" will stick by his word and let me know if he changes his mind. He says he will. As much as I hate to be rid of the darkroom equipment, I think I'll be relieved to get it over with. It was hard enough to make the decision to sell it without dragging the whole thing out.

Well, I guess I have other things to do, so I'd better leave it here for now. If only I could take the typing test today, when I'm really hyper. I'd have done much better. Not that 50 wpm was really bad, but I know I could have done better if my fingers weren't locking up on me. They're just flying over the keyboard right now, of course. Oh well...