I consider my car to be my sanctuary.  She kind of signifies freedom for me, in that despite my daily obligations, if I really wanted to just take off for parts unknown, I could just get behind the wheel and head out.  We make a good pair that way.  How I drive is an extension of me.  And when I’m in my car, it’s me time… I’ll usually crank up the radio and sing along (and occasionally air-guitar or air-drum) and work out whatever’s in my head or whatever’s weighing me down.  It’s my own little piece of peace, my world of me.  I get the feeling that other people think that way too, except for the fact that many of these people seem to forget the fact that their cars may be their own little world, but a good part of it is covered merely in glass.  I pretty much have no shame and don’t care when people see what I’m doing in the car, but I doubt others have that same self-actualization… like the woman beside me at the red light tonight who was definitely digging for something in her nostrils — and doing it pretty vigorously.  But the worst part came when she was done, and she stuck her finger into her mouth.  I hope she didn’t find anything during her nose excavation.

In other personal habit news, I’m considering breaking up with Grey’s Anatomy.  I have this issue where once I start something like a book or a TV show or a movie, I have to see how it ends — and even if I know how it ends, I need to see how they get from Point A to Point B.  But as Amandarin and I were discussing, when episodes start piling up on your TiVo (or VCR tape or whatever) because you just don’t have the desire to watch the shows and then you either just force yourself to watch or you delete them, it may be time to drop the commitment.  So for me to stop watching a show, it’s kind of a big personal deal.  But the most recent episode of Grey’s has been sitting on my TiVo for a while, and I’m not super-inclined to watch it.  Nor do I find myself compelled to find out what happens to these characters, despite the crises occurring when I left off with the show.  Soap operas aren’t my deal, and this is no longer a medical drama.

I just opened up a new package of butterscotch toffee coffee this morning.  It was unexpected, but it was extremely pleasant to walk into my apartment this evening and find the place smelling like butterscotch.