greetings from iowa

     Today was the first day I have ever been in a car when it has broken down on the highway. Coincidentally, today was also the first time my car has broken down. It just decided to do it on the highway. During my 21-hour, time-pressed trip to Utah. In an unfamiliar state. In the sun. The luck of it all, eh?
     Fortunately, all that is broken is the front axle and possibly the battery and not the transmission which I feared (if the transmission goes out, it's already decided that my car is as good as dead). Unfortunately, however, I am stuck in Iowa until the axle gets fixed, which essentially means that I will be arriving in Utah approximately 4am on Saturday versus 5pm on Friday. As lucky as I am to be able to keep my car, I am still really bummed that all of my house mates will arrive and settle in a good day before me. I was hoping for the exact opposite - to get there before anyone else so that I could feel comfortable myself. Walking into an occupied house where the room mates already know each other just seems a lot less appealing versus getting there before everyone and being able to relax. That's just the introverted part of me. This just feels.. unsafe. Like being caught off guard and vulnerable.
     Does this even make any sense? Or am I just being over dramatic?
     Anyway, I tried my CPAP for the first time last night. It's awkward to say the least. There's nothing comfortable about rolling on your side with two rubber plugs shoved up your nose constantly blowing air through a tube that wraps around you when you turn. If you have ever stuck your head out of a car window when it is going down the highway, it feels an awful lot like that. Or like sticking a reverse vacuum up your nostrils, I guess. I don't know how anyone gets used to these things.
     Oh, the package for it also has a picture of an old woman with white hair on it. Like I didn't feel like a freak enough. Now I get to be reminded every night that I'm an 18 year old wearing something made for 60 year olds.