You, know… stuff.

Is it possible for people on the road to be too nice and considerate?

My car keeps blowing out the same fuse. I’ve now bought three “variety packs” of car fuses because everywhere I go they don’t have the pack of just the kind I need. Each time the car has blown the fuse, and each time it’s happened more quickly. This is the car’s way of telling me something’s wrong.

So I’m driving on the road without instrumentation lights, a clock, and, most importantly, no rear lights.

So of course, whenever I’m driving at night (which isn’t much) at least once, usually twice, I’ll have someone flash their lights at me as if to say “hey, buddy, your lights aren’t on.” When I was driving back from the city with Hank two weeks ago, I had two people actually roll down their windows to tell me.

Hello, world? Yes, I know my tail lights are out. Shut up.

In other more mundane news, I finished watching The X-Files DVDs up to Season 5. I’m now caught up on what I bought. Of course, my Star Trek Season 3 DVDs are arriving soon, and I’ve still got a bunch of movies I haven’t watched, then there’s the pile of books I need to read, and Mario Sunshine comes out in a month…

I’m still PowerBook-less. It’s like I lost an appendage I never knew I had a month ago.

I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow.