After work today, I stopped by Mom's place. Hung out for a little bit, and then was on my way. Way to where, I do not know.
I thought I knew, but I was wrong. I got in the car and was driving. I don't think I've ever driven, without purpose. I must of been in some kind of clouded funk. I thought maybe I will go here... As I pass it I think maybe not. I don't really want to get out of the car and park.
Then I think maybe I will go to target, pass by and think 'I don't really want to spend money right now' so I keep driving. Soon I am just driving, really going 3-4 miles out of my way just because I am too stubborn to go home.
Mr. is not due home for another 4 hours. I do not want to start packing, I am not motivated to do housework. So instead I am driving around, and when I see the indicator get closer to E, I am so unmotivated to get out of the car, I am forced to just drive home without getting gas.
It was the strangest feeling. I really wanted to go do something, yet did not want to spend a dime. Did not want to drive around but did not want to be home. Maybe it's the state of home limbo I am in. Calling this place I am in now home, and soon calling another.
All that aside I did come home and finally had to do something with all my nervous energy. So I plopped down at the computer and did something I have not done in way too long.
Art. And thus a finished painting. I really want the weather to cool back down so me and mom can go on walks, else I see many more pointless drives in my near future.