Drive, baby, drive

I hate to drive.

I'm sure I've mentioned that before.  I hate it.  I hate running errands.  I'm panicked about driving on the freeway, to the extent that I don't do it.  I get frustrated at red lights.

I hate it.

And so, of course, this job I have is on the other side of the metro area, with no good way to get there.  And, thanks to the recovery act, all the road that were not fixed for I can't even remember how many years are finally being taken care of. All at the same fucking time.  So there's random construction popping up while I've been sleeping or have been at work.

I try and make calls when I'm driving, to have something to take my mind off of the constant stop and go, but I don't like talking when I'm driving because I get so cranky.

I picked up some books on tape.  I got David Sedaris's Holidays on Ice, The Vagina Monologues and Sue Grafton's U is for U-something or other, I forget what.  I could do a review of the books, but instead I'll do a review of what it's like listening to them.

I'm not a good audiobook listener.

My mind wanders and I miss a ton of stuff.  Also, I tend not to remember the people's names and can't figure out who is doing what and why.  This isn't so bad with a book of essays, like Sedaris's.  But for the mystery book?  I have no idea what's going on or why.  But, I prefer to listen to it, because I feel like I can zone in when I want and even though I've missed big swathes of reading, I'll still get the gist at some point.

Also, I can only handle so much of Sedaris at one time. 

[BAD NPR LISTENER!]

It's not his voice, which is on the border of annoying. 

It's more that I can only handle so much hahahahorribledowner stuff at one time.  And when I'm driving is not the time.

I got some good recs from Twitter, which I'll try and pick up this week.  And if you have any good ideas for something frothy and funny that doesn't require me to listen all the time, let me know.

Or maybe I'll dictate my novel while I drive.  That's a good use of time, and I feel like I'd be accomplishing something MAJOR.

Or maybe I won't.  It doesn't matter, I guess.  Just trying to pass the time.