March 26, 2013
Olav approached the entrance to the interstate, ambivalent. His feet began to tingle as he told himself to "get on the damn thing". He circled the on ramp and began driving--pleased with his progress. Apparently doing this in the morning as the sleep cleared had its advantages. But then he found himself behind a semi truck, and as he was passing it on the left, he suddenly felt the need to get off. His palms sweated. He managed to maneuver around the truck and took the next available exit. The only solution is exposure, he thought, gradually calming down.