Bored, Vincent?

Is that why you've been on myspace.com for the last two days? Truck not fixed so you can't go to a bar somewhere? Kansas, perhaps?

Okay, Vincent wrecked his truck about a week or so ago. It can be fixed, and then he can do whatever it is that Vincent likes to do, but now, I think he's bored.

At the moment, he's getting on my last nerve, but maybe that's just me and the crabby mood I've been in the last 4 days.

I'm so not in the mood for this right now.


Cowboy, take me away!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Jeff decided not to buy the Camaro

He says he chickened out, but then he told me that he didn't feel comfortable about making the purchase. He feels bad because the guy selling it had come all the way to Edmond from my neck of the woods only to find out that Jeff changed his mind.

After all, buying a car is a major purchase, even if the car is 16 years old. Maybe Jeff just wasn't ready to make that purchase after all. I told him that maybe he'd feel more comfortable in a smaller car, and to keep looking. The right car will come along.

Meanwhile, tomorrow is Jeff's 21st birthday. He has to work tomorrow, so we're not doing the birthday thing until next week sometime.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Well, I'm awake now... may as well stay up

The surest way to tick me off is the knock on my front door, waking me from a dead sleep at 6:15am, then when I answer the door (after having decided against calling 911 because I'm certainly not expecting anyone), say something like, oh sorry, wrong apartment.

I keep a crowbar next to my door, so I was opening the door with one hand, and had the crowbar behind my back with the other, and there was no one there. Then I hear a woman call out a half hearted apology from a car parked right at my door practically and their headlights beaming down on my still half asleep and scared witless personage.

And well, forget going back to bed. It's almost time for my alarm to go off. Oh, there it goes now.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

1:16am and all is well

Not a creature is stirring, though Pinky's downstairs snoring her head off.

I should be in bed snoring my head off (not that I snore... much). I have an interview at 11am!

At least the left rear tire isn't flat anymore. I think I can get to where I'm going tomorrow without a major catastrophe (famous last words...).

Look out I-35!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--