I went driving again last night, and survived even though it was raining. By the time we started back home, I wasn't even freaking out anymore, so... that's something. Pretty sure I'll be ready to drive home alone when I need to on Monday.

I can't exactly call the trip a success, because I killed a raccoon on the way home, thus continuing the tradition of bad things happening every time I try to drive in the rain, but I survived. I cried a lot after getting home, and couldn't sleep for a long time, and I'm still a little wibbly, but there are probably some very happy crows or coyote today, so... there's that.

I am weirdly frustrated today. I don't know why, there's just this persistent feeling that something is wrong in the world, and it's making me angry. I'd fix it if I knew how, but I don't even know what the problem is.