been a while since Ive journaled, or blogged, or whatever its called. but I feel its time.

why?

dunno, got really nothing more to say than what I said last time[s]: read a book, shingled a roof, made a chess move with Shaun, repeat ad infinitum.

the only difference, though, is my transportation. Im driving my dear momma's gas sucking van because my truck died. it sat in the driveway while I had people (read: non-mechanics) attempt repairs. so when I finally took it (towed it, matter of fact) to the shop the mechanic took one look and said, "Oh God, why did you let other people touch it? now its gonna be twice as hard (read: twice as expensive) to fix because the well-meaning but idjit-minded people have moved wires and bent fuel lines and damaged tank straps and ruined etc & broke etc & just plain fucked-up etc.

of course the answer is simple. what if they'd have fixed it and all I woulda hadda pay was a 12-pack of busch.

see?

now, alas, Im looking at a $170+ charge.

the thing is, Ill save that in gas the first week I return mom's van (slightly exaggerated...very slightly.)




oh, by the way, I read a book and made a chess move.