Two outta three ain't bad, but I'm still goin' for three outta three...

So far, I've gotten both TV problems solved.
The big one is coming back on and the little one has been replaced.

This NEW one is gonna be covered by it's own upside down box when it's not in use. Let the fuckin' cats piss on THAT.

Same goes for the new radio.

May look kinda stupid, but it'll look a lot less stupid than re-buying this shit 10 times over, huh?

Oh, and George got my Monkees tape outta the old one. Ripped the front of it right off, he did. (The TV, not the tape...)

As far as the car goes, it's gettin' there. Got the fuel pump outta the blue Bird and the tank offa the white Bird and even as I type, Eric is installing the other fuel pump into my tank.

I helped get the tank off, too.
I'm proud to say that I'm fulla dirt and reek of gas.
That's fine, as long as I get my stupid car back.

Hell, I like working on cars. Pre-piece-of-shit-computer ones, anyway.

Even as fuckin' annoying as it can be sometimes, and the depths of stupidity you get to "witness" from auto designers, I still like doing it.

I must.

I also have laundry to do and I ain't doing that.
Yet.

And...
Know what else?

All this shit is hitting me way differently than it did at first.
At first, it was just pissing me off.
In fact, the last fiber of straw that sent me over the edge was that other TV not coming on, thus meaning my Monkess tape was it's hostage.
After everything else, that just did it for me.

Now that I'm getting through some of this shit, I'm also seeing how fuckin' AWESOME some of my friends are. It's giving me confidence in the idea that, no matter what, it can be "fixed".

If I'm THIS "not alone" over a (dopey damned) car, I can believe I won't be alone if anything shitty happens with any other lil thaaaangs I might have to worry about.

Hell, Bill even got involved again.
He helped Eric torch off some shit under there.
Gotta admit, the sight of Bill (or anybody else, really) using what amounts to an open flame mere inches from my fuel tank froze my blood for a second, but nobody blew up.
Yet.

Any-frickin'-way...

What an Easter this is so far.

A day that shall live in infamy... *wry grin*

Welp... lemme go see what he's up to, now.
Might be I need to get a little dirtier.
Thass cool.

Long as I can get to work tomorrow and home, I'm fine and I think I've got that angle covered, too. (Juuust in case.... know what I mean?)

I need an aspirin.
Or 12.

Talk to ya's later...
Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 06:21 PM

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