This always happens. Then I'm angry and blame others for not allowing me to ever have the time. Then I realize I've only done it to myself once again. The one night I get off, go off the map I call it. I look forward to window shopping but its usually my appointment day and I used to meet up with a friend, but I no longer can. So, what happens is, I or whoever, drives. Drives to random places. Gets irritated when someone is behind her. Is on some quest. A quest to find this perfect place. A place of solitude for whatever person or mood their in. Today, we're going on 3 hours. Most of the issue lies with the fact that absolutely no one, knows where I am, and when I'll be home. We both love it, yet feel guilty and mean. It's been a day. Been one of those, my body might of been at work but thats about it plus more days.