Here’s a little more insight into this blogstress.
This is what I deem reckless: driving to work with the gas light illuminated in full blaze glory and not stopping for gas before I get there.
The idea of having to get back in the car and face the taunting gas light yet again really sets my teeth on edge. I was wanting the first few hours of work to hurry up so I could go back out on my lunch hour and fill up the tank. I kept picturing the Worst Case Scenario of running out of gas (or “petrol,” as they say in Britain) before I got to the station. Clearly my mind can get on overdrive and if this is my biggest problem, I’m probably doing okay.
Nevertheless. These things can be traumatizing.
I’m proud to report that at least this time, the rumors of being able to drive forty miles or so with the light all lit up prevailed in my ability to drive twelve miles with one ignition shut-off in between before I filled that puppy up. Then I was able to sleep.
And in case you’re wondering, this photo is one of the ones I took with the new camera. I just haven’t deemed it as “Flickr worthy.” I mean, it’s a picture of a lit gas light. Then again, I sat in my car and took out my camera and shot pictures of my dash because I didn’t want to Google someone else’s images. I’m sure I looked like a very strange person aiming my camera lens between the gaps of my steering wheel.