some of what's going on I don't really want to post, hope you will understand.

IRL I am known to be fairly intelligent; when it comes to that little room, I am so slow and stupid.

it's plain that I am not so much driving
as I am spinning my wheels, losing my way, running over glass and nails...
and I have no license, so one of these days the cops are going to pull me over and throw the book at me ( DSM V probably. Ow!)

I asked T, if you insist on me driving, at least if you see me heading over a cliff, stick your leg out and hit the brake, wouldja?
and she said OK (and pointed out that she had recently done just that)