Valium, Tom Waits, and Ice Cream

Took a drive up north. Beautiful day for a ride. I drove, Jim rode in the passenger seat. I about got us killed a couple times. He kept urging me to pick up the pace. It's okay to go 60 in a 55. Gotta keep up with the traffic. And when you take a turn give it gas and git er done. Come to think of it, that's the phrase I heard most: "Giver some gas." I'm too contemplative when I drive and don't react as quickly as I ought to. Wonder if I brained my damage and just don't know it yet.
The Dynasty was just recently-as of this past Friday(9.02.05)-designated as my 'driving car'. I'm to use it to learn & stood a good chance of being able to buy it. HOWEVER---
When we return, I find out from my sister that my Dad's going to get rid of the Dynasty if I don't get my license in 2 weeks. Oh no pressure there. FUCK. And Jim wants me to work more on hiway driving before he figures I'll be ready for in-town street manuevers. Shit. I'll never get it in time. Nope. No pressure.
ANYway, I succeeded in making myself a nervous wreck and now I'm trying to 'medicate' with ice cream, Tom Waits and I'm thinking about popping a Sominex.
Some people just really ought not drive. Perhaps there's a reason why I failed my driver's test. Jim assures me I did okay. Gotta get back on the proverbial horse and try again.
I'm finding out that Tom Waits is good "Bummed out" Music. It's bluesy, but not sickeningly bluesy. It's a sort of bluesy Bob Dylan-ish with a slightly experimental twist. But this is only Mule Variations I've listened to so far.