5/31/07

Well, it is official, I have a urinary tract infection. Duh! I've been saying that for several days now. Oh well, at least I'm on antibiotics for it now. In a monumental case of “I’m going to assume this guy is not litigious”-ness, the doctor said the most likely way I contracted it, since “it” hasn’t been exposed to anyone or anything in a while, was when he was poking around in the pooper checking my prostate. I thought something didn’t feel right this time. Oh well, you take the bad with the… well I guess it wasn’t good either now that I think about it. Anyhoo, more pills for me until the Willy stops itching. I think John and I are planning to go see “Shrek The Third” tonight after work. He’s still not ready to drive the 510 across town to the shop, especially at night, just so we can hang out and look at stuff for a little while. I'm cool with that since there is finally something out in the theater that I want to see. I'm a big Mike Meyers fan don’t you know? I'm sure we’ll discuss, and I'll get talked out of, the V8 Chickenhawk idea. I'm leaning back on the thought that “when I hate the way it drives,” it'll be easier for me to sell Barbecue Bob than the Chickenhawk. Of course I could sell all of the V8 bits I have collected and just forget “ham-fisted horsepower” altogether. Barbecue Bob sure would be cool with a rumbling V8 though. I don’t know. We’ll see. So, with an alternator almost in hand, I'm getting closer to finishing George. Of course sitting here across town from the car it seems like there isn’t nearly as much that still needs to be done. As soon as I am in the car’s presence however, it’s a different story. Ok, this isn’t entertaining me right now. I think I'm going to go do something else. Maybe some work. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Like that’ll happen!