car life
I seemed to have written the description of the cause of my stress of the day. It's like the deed to spew up.
On the night road, I was looking for the place to hide myself. Because I had to have enough light to read some books in the car, the place was actually limited.
I drove at all in the middle of the residential district, but failed to find the better place. After all, I went to the parking lot of the rental video store. That had bright light stand there.
I might spend less than thirty minutes. I couldn't concentrate myself on the contents of the books, possibly because of the condition after the cafe. There was annoying old guys just beside my chair. And one of the women had a thick voice. That was still left in my head.
I started my car again, and looked for another place. There was a golf practice range, just near the rental shop. Its parking lot also had some nice lights. I entered there. The lot of grade separation had much complexity of their shape. I parked in the garage. That had bright light.
While I'm reading, I didn't get out of my car at all, even a step. I turned on the engine for the air conditioning machine. It was too hot and I couldn't open the windows not for the mosquitoes to enter the car.
I might spent another hour or so there. There was no water and I was too thirsty, and I decided to go home.