this morning #1298.

this morning, somewhere around the outskirts of what appeared to be a southwestern ghost town, our trusty, american-built car broke down. as i pulled over, steam began pouring out from under the hood. she looked at me like it was my fault, like i should’ve predicted this. before i even had a chance to say a word, she leapt out of the car in a huff & headed off down the road. at the first building she got to, she nudged open the front door & peered in. when she continued inside, i had no choice but to get out & follow her. for her own safety. who knows what lies in there? even though she keeps treating me like i’m some kind of moron, i’d still hate to see her get murdered by a ghost or something.