So, I finally got my car fixed.
After more than 2 weeks of taking the bus, begging for rides and the occasional hitch-hiking experience I'm back to driving the Sundance. The sad part is; it still sounds like it is going to die at anytime. It's got a full tank of gas, though, which was a pleasant surprise to discover. I didn't remember filling it up before it broke down. Kole and I took it to the car wash today and we had a hell of a lot of fun. As a matter of fact, my pantlegs are still wet: we entered the university library just dripping with water, as if it was an everyday, common experience. The evil pleasure was looking at all the pitiful people waiting for the bus to arrive, and being more than thankful that it wasn't me.
So, I finally bought some beer for the fridge.
I know that everyone knows that I love beer. But something prohibits me from keeping my fridge stocked with my favorite pale ale. I guess, I don't want to look like a lush, or become a lush... I think it's asking for trouble to keep it around. But I was thinking about it, and why the hell not? I know thousands of people who have their own liquor cabinet. Hell, my non-drinking parents have more alcohol home than I do. I don't know where the guilt comes from, but I did override it this afternoon, at least.
So, since I've got a day off tomorrow....
I'm gonna blog. I've got to go now, but I'm looking forward to unlimited time in front of the computer.
Peace.