1/9/13

Well, I'm a bit upset right about now.  First off, and most importantly, the lady who practically raised me until I was three or four has just died.  I should just leave it at that but I feel I must go on.  The second reason why I'm upset is: John has informed me that Lil' Wiggly's 302 is sitting in the warehouse waiting for us to pick it up Friday… but I won't be able to get it because I am probably going to be on my way to Odessa for Norma’s funeral.  I'm about 97.36% sure I'm transferring my grief over Norma’s passing to being annoyed at not being able to get, and mess with, Lil' Wiggly's engine so don’t go commenting about what a twat I am.  See, that is why I probably should have just stopped the rant with the announcement of her death.  But no, I'm a twat so I'm going to continue.  I think the plan is going to be thus: I'll drive Fifi to work tomorrow and drop it off so John can drive it to work Friday and pick up the engine.  Hopefully he’ll be able to do some work on his car Saturday… if he takes the donk to the shop.  Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that.  He might not even go to the shop.  I don’t know.  It is entirely possible that nothing is going to happen in Odessa until Sunday or Monday and if so… no, I might be able to get the engine on Friday but I'll bet we’re either on the road to, or actually IN Odessa Saturday.  Oh, I've already told the home office about the death and they are working on getting someone out here to cover for me Friday and Monday.  Well, we’ll see I guess.  Ok, the more I type the bigger twat I become.  I'm going to call it a rant and… aw fuck it, I'm going home early.