Monday, March 27, 2006

Things To Do In Indy When You're Dead



My boss wants me to maintain my purgatory here in Indy every week, preferably 3-4 days a week. I tried to get him to compromise at 2, but it turns out our client just canned the person who does the equivalent of my job for them, and now I need to help out until everybody's happy.

Thing is - I hate it here. Really hate it. I have no car, and there isn't anywhere to go anyway. I walked to a little Mexican place for dinner, and picked up some things at the grocery store on the way back. It's a nice walk to get the blood flowing, but there are no sidewalks, so I have to walk in the street.

I suppose the good news is: all there is to do here is write and read. And swim in the pool.

I was just starting to get over all of my stress, so adding this to the mix really wasn't a great idea. I stepped onto the puddle jumper plane and had to fight down the urge to scramble back off the plane and run screaming through the terminal. Stress exacerbates my claustrophobia, but even knowing that, I startle myself when I feel it.

I've been crying a lot more over odd little things, too. I kept tearing up while watchingt V for Vendetta, of all things.

I'm exhausted.

"All happiness depends on courage and work," Balzac once said. "I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all."

Until he died at 50. I'd like to keep trucking a little longer than that.

4 comments so far. What are your thoughts?

David Moles said...

If you could get ahold of a car, there's good Tibetan food down in Bloomington.

Kameron Hurley said...

This is good to know. At some point, I'm going to need to go in and get my stupid lisence again. I just hate to re-take the driving exam.

And I'm lazy.

And me "not having a lisence" was a great way for me to avoid this place for the last two years. It was a good excuse.

I'm not even right in Indy, I'm in Carmel.

Bah.

kate.d. said...

ugh, indiana. between being from new england and being a Boston College alum (damn that Notre Dame), i will always be biased against the whole state. just driving past indy on the way to our thanksgiving day destination was close enough for me :)

TFLS said...

My best friend and I used to drive to Indianapolis once every year to visit her cousin. The trip was the thing - not Indianapolis; which pretty much sucked - and not her cousin, who was fun but conservative. It was the drive, the tunes, the conversation. We could have been driving to anywhere - as long as we did it together. We don't do that any more; I've moved and she's engaged. No more girl time. It's kind of sad, in a way. I have to say though - because of those wonderful trips, I will always have a favorable opinion of Indianapolis.