I hate insomnia. I hate it even more when I can't figure out why I can't sleep.

I forgot how much I love the smell of fresh cut grass. And moldy old buildings.

It's funny how crisis makes you realize who your real friends are. Thanks, guys.

Electrical problems are a bitch. Fixing the bug is going to be a painfully long project, methinks.

I went with Ben, Shawn, and Chim to San Antonio this afternoon. We returned without a '56 Roadster, but with a big bag of new car parts for me. The guy with the Roadster GAVE me a new carb, which, when I got home, I promptly took apart to salvage parts for my poor, beat up carb. I also found out that my carb is a different one from what I ( Read more... )

I worry about the strangest things sometimes. I really ought to just go to bed and stop thinking too much. I guess this is what happens when I'm sober for the first time since Thursday. 6 days is mayhaps a bit much.

Yay! My car runs much better now. I've rebuilt my carb, and have been fighting all day with my car, trying to figure out why my car refused to idle. I've figured it all out, and, aside from a single screw, have been able to disassemble and reassemble everything myself. Now all I need to do is adjust the timing, pick up a few screws, and find my ( Read more... )

Time for me to take a stupid quiz after a painfully long week, and a day full of work.

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I can honestly say I've never felt more alone, abandoned, and betrayed as I do at this very moment, and it scares the living hell out of me.

So now I work at Pizza Hut with Fry. Awesome.