6/23/09

I really don’t have anything to say today. This has been a really long week already, and it is only Tuesday. Pulling back the curtain a little, I think I might be a bit manic-depressive. Furthermore, I think I'm in a “low” swing right now. I just don’t give a crap about anything. Of course Juan doesn’t need a chemical imbalance to not give a crap about working on old cars in a 125° shop. In fact, that might prove my mental stability. And I'm sure even porn-stars get bummed out about having to go to work now and then so being without any gruntle at all about my job is no surprise. I don’t know, it’ll pass I guess. It always has. We’ll see. So, Pat and Nora are back from Colorado so I don’t have to water his lawn any more. Although that was kind of relaxing, standing there in his yard, gun in my waistband, running water over the grass. Yeah, I'm beginning to carry all the time, just like Massad Ayoob recommends. It has gotten to the point where I don’t even notice it anymore. In fact, it is actually getting to be pretty comfortable. I do still fret about the shirt tail covering it from time to time though. But back to Pat’s yard, I kept hoping a neighbor would ask who I was. I was going to say, “I’m Pat’s son from a previous marriage,” just to see what kind of reaction it would arouse. If pressed, I was going to be thirty, making Pat about 48 or so. “But keep it on the down low,” I would continue. “Nora thinks we were high-school buddies.” And then I'd wink and do that “touch the side of my nose” thing. Of course I'd have to attend the next block party or neighborhood watch meeting, just to see what they had to say to him. Unfortunately, no one challenged my being there. Sigh, oh well. Ok, remember all that crap I was talking yesterday about being willing to sell Shichi? Yeah, every time a picture of a Seven pops up on my screen saver, whether or not it is Shichi, I think, “Man, those really are cool, and I have one!” I can’t sell it. Well I can sell it, I won't sell it. We’ll be installing those Mikunis before too long. I'll finger out something to do about the gigantic hole in the bonnet. I'll also finger out a different scheme to get my ass out of debt. I have an idea but it is really more of a shifting of debt from multiple creditors to a single point of “Holy shit! What have I gotten myself into?” I'm not going to go into the plan because, well to be frank, it ain’t nunya binniss. So there. Perhaps I'll let y'all in on it if it ever happens, but don’t hold your breath. Ooh, sounds shady, doesn’t it? Well, it isn't. And on that note, I'm done talking to y'all.