12/9/11

No sign of my springs yet, of course that really isn’t surprising since I just ordered them two days ago. I suppose there is a slight chance that they will arrive today but I'm betting Monday is more likely. So I guess tomorrow (if we go to the shop) and Monday will be spent working on Lil' Wiggly and John's 1200, and Fiona will have to wait until Tuesday or Wednesday. No biggie, I can handle it. WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIGGIN’ SPRINGS!?!?!?!? Oh, sorry. Maybe I can't handle it. well, I'm going to have to, I guess. Ok, so what else is there to say? Yes, I see it there. No, I'm not going to fix the lack of a capital letter at the beginning of that sentence. Yes, it does piss me right the hell off. If I don’t move on I'm going to pitch a motherfucking fit over what a bunch of motherfucking retarded-ass dumb-shit fuck-tards computer programmers are. I motherfucking hate the ever living shit out of every last one of the goddamned shit-for-brains cock-suckers! Kill the shit out of them all! Ok, so tomorrow we need to work on Lil' Wiggly and John's 1200. I need to get the dash built and the rear brake cylinders replaced. I could stand to replace the clutch slave cylinder as well since it has the wrong one on there. See, the clutch slave for a 1200 is on the right side of the transmission whereas the one for a B-210 is on the left. If Juan uses a 1200 slave on a B-210, the bleeder is at the bottom below the feed hose and the last little bubble of air cannot be bled out. Kevin put a 1200 slave on Lil' Wiggly when his daughter’s boyfriend owned the car. I've fought through it until now because… well, I'm too lazy to change the thing and I hate bleeding hydraulics. If you pump the system up before driving it seems to work fine until parked overnight again. Meh, maybe I'll consider it a “Theft Deterrent.” Ok, being a 1978 Datsun B-210 is its biggest theft deterrent, I know. We’ll see what John has to say on the matter. Oh, speaking of John, the reason I called into question whether or not we’d be going to the shop tomorrow is I'm not sure if his wife will let him since he’s planning to be down there Monday, Tuesday, and/or Wednesday with me. I guess I otter check on that. He’s leaning towards “no” at the moment. We’ll see how it turns out I guess. I suppose I could help mom with the Christmas decorations and shit after checking on the War Room in the morning. Feh, I hate doing Christmas shit. oh you have got to be kidding me! You dumb shit motherfuckers won't capitalize after a motherfucking work ending in “IT” either? GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKING FUCK ASSED SHIT! ok, I'm fucking done for the week now. Fuck fuck fuckedy fuck fuck!