7/18/07

I feel like shite! Remember in Stanley Kubrick’s “Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb” how the nuclear weapon got stuck in the bomb bay during their bombing run? Well, I wish there was a mini Major Kong in my colon right now working on getting my payload to release. Cramps, nausea, and general crappy feeling is not a good look for me. I think I'm even going to skip lunch. Yeah, I know! It IS that serious. On a lighter note, Zippo! No wait, that wasn’t what I wanted to say. Here’s what I had to say. Pat just called to tell me about walking around a Ferrari without giving it a second glance so he could check out the Datsun 510 wagon some random parts delivery dude showed up in. I've done that! In fact, at one of the Southwest Sevens Festivals there was some million-dollar Porsche GT thing sitting next to some million-dollar Ferrari and I walked right past them to check out a 1980 Datsun 210, ITS racecar. I think it was Tony Calvert, of Tony and Dawn from the Tail of the Dragon trip, who finally drew my attention to the exotics. I may have actually yawned come to think of it. So, what can I tell y'all today? Mr. Wiggly is on e-Bay. John put up a picture and I sent him some more to post. (Thank you very much for doing that by the way.) Someone has put in the opening $1,000.00 bid. I've been asked twice if it available for local showing, but they may be the same person. I told them that any evening this week is good. We’ll see what happens. I'd like for it to stay in town so I can see it again on occasion, but then again not seeing it again could lessen the regret factor. I don’t know. I think I'm going to call it an early quit. I really don’t feel good. I'll probably have something to say tomorrow. But then again, I might not.