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Killer Cars, Flat Tires and Slapstick Comedy - 16 September 2003 . 04:09 I SURRENDER! I will no longer suffer the frustration of trying to create a banner for D-land. The programs and imaging editors win. D-land: 1, NCRebel21: 0. Thanks to Sir Z for an interesting chat this evening/morning. It was good finally getting to chat with you again. In one of my previous entries, I wrote about Henry Berry Lowrie and the mini road-trip Chad and I took to visit all HBL-related sites. I finally got the pictures developed and they turned out spectacular! I was going to post some here but they've got to be cropped first. I tried posting one as a test and it took a painfully long time to load. Speaking of pain, today wasn't too bad as far as my kidney stone goes. Sunday was the worst. I could feel the thing moving and it was so painful that I spent the day drifting in and out of a Percocet-induced slumber. I woke up when the medication wore off and stayed awake long enough to suffer extreme nausea and take more medication. Then Chad updated about his horrible incident with his jinxed Mustang. Seems he was in a service station paying for gas and when he came out, a truck had smashed into his Mustang and left the scene. To make matters worse, he was sitting there waiting for the police and a car sped through the lot, shattering a glass bottle. One of the shards hit him in the leg. This is the same Mustang that tried to "kill" (or at least "maim") him in an accident a few months ago. As if that's not enough car drama, my sister and I were on the return trip from visiting my Mom when we encountered a little vehicle trouble of our own. The longest part of the trip was over and we just pulled onto I-95. BOOM! Rear tire blew out. And, wouldn't you know it? We had no spare. To make a long story short, it took about 2 hours of running around to resolve the problem and finally get home. To make matters worse, today was the first night of her new shift at work and she ended up being about 2 hours late. Nice, huh? Finally talked to Dad about the plumbing problems. (To clarify, I rent my Dad's house and we agreed when I moved in that he would take care of all the necessary repairs.) For the past 2 weeks I've been unable to get hold of him and the toilet has been running non-stop. It took about 2 days for me to realize the toilet was running constantly and start turning off the water after each use. Those two days shot my water charge through the roof...instead of my normal $9 water bill, I received a $50 coronary-by-mail from the county water department. I'm still reeling from that trip to the mailbox. I'm watching the Three's Company Marathon on Nick At Nite. I love classic TV shows, especially '70s shows, and I can't think of a better way to pay tribute to the late, great John Ritter than by watching his comic mastery and laughing. The way he intended his work to be enjoyed. And I gotta say I'm really starting to dig the apartment. (Yeah I know it's a set, indulge me here.) Sometimes I think I'd like to get an apartment and decorate it in a 70s-retro style....complete with disco ball in the party room, hehe.
Things are finally calming down. It's good to be home. Even though there's laundry to fold, bills to pay and a litterbox to clean out, it sure beats being in the hospital or stranded roadside without a spare. Which is a pretty good metaphor for life when you think about it. I mean, aren't most of us just trying to keep rolling, trying to avoid that moment when we're forced to open the trunk because we're not sure if we're as well-prepared as we once thought? Click here to take my new survey.
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