There's blood on the keyboard!
Why do I love to struggle with my old VW? Possibly because it is the only thing on this Earth my stubborn than I. A simple procedure of changing out my brakes turned into a three hour ordeal involving replacing more parts than I care to admit. Open wounds and all, I still find working on my car to be a form of meditation for myself. Lately my mind has been moving a mile a minute and unfocused on what's in front of me. What the hell is happening to me? I don't care. It feels different. It feels good. I just hope I can begin to have coherent thoughts by the time finals week rolls around. Until then... I walk around grinning like an idiot.