Today my head felt like it wanted to explode. I don't mean in the 'oh man this really hurts' kinda way (besides for me that feels more like my head is going to implode) but in the way that my brain feels like it wants to detatch itself from me and fly out into the sky. I don't know why it does that.
I was driving the other day when a safety yellow convertible car (rare in Wellington due to the hit and miss weather) drove past. The driver was a middle aged man, balding from the front with the long hair at the back to make up for it and in the passenger seat was what I could only hope was his child. Neither of them looked like they were having fun. It was wrong. I thought the whole idea of having a convertible was because they are fun. Perhaps they have had the car for a while and the novelty wore off. Maybe the father was pissed off that it was his child next to him and not some sexy young thing in a bikini. It could have been the child was annoyed because the car doesn't talk like Jimmy's dad's car does. Or was it their faces trying to battle the mighty oncoming wind.
