die, time, die!
Killing time while some truly giant fellows do my oil change. They all tried to fit in the driver's seat and finally came and got me to drive it into the garage.
I asked if I could watch, but there's liability stuff so I am in here being warm and useless instead.
I am loving the comments for the previous entry, BTW. It is kind of awesome to know I am not a completely anomalouz spazz type person.
And I really really recommend the Georgia Nicolson diaries. If you know me, you know I hate chick lit as a rule, but imagine Eddie Izzard as an adolescent girl and that is this series.
For best results, get the audios as read by the author, and take them on long car trips or whenever you need to stay awake. The narrator is the most useless girly girl ever spawned from a fashion magazine's bumhole, but once you accept her for what she is, you can laught gleefully at her misery right along with the author.
Wow. Engine is apparently mad foul from the long run between oil changes, so they are having to flush the system. So that's what all those pretty little lights on the dash were for...
Note to self: air filter needs to be changed soon, and the dude showed me how I can do it myself.
In other news, today is a northfield run, but I am squeezing in as much art time as I can get between errands. Not too bad considering the schedule fail, but it is aggravating to not be able to finish the update all in one go.
Snow is on the way, but hopefully it won't get too bad til I am on my way back. Then it can pile up for all I care, and keep me snuggled up at the tablet like a good little art monkey.
Sleep schedule is being reset with the aid of melatonin and alarm clocks. I am geting good at this!
I asked if I could watch, but there's liability stuff so I am in here being warm and useless instead.
I am loving the comments for the previous entry, BTW. It is kind of awesome to know I am not a completely anomalouz spazz type person.
And I really really recommend the Georgia Nicolson diaries. If you know me, you know I hate chick lit as a rule, but imagine Eddie Izzard as an adolescent girl and that is this series.
For best results, get the audios as read by the author, and take them on long car trips or whenever you need to stay awake. The narrator is the most useless girly girl ever spawned from a fashion magazine's bumhole, but once you accept her for what she is, you can laught gleefully at her misery right along with the author.
Wow. Engine is apparently mad foul from the long run between oil changes, so they are having to flush the system. So that's what all those pretty little lights on the dash were for...
Note to self: air filter needs to be changed soon, and the dude showed me how I can do it myself.
In other news, today is a northfield run, but I am squeezing in as much art time as I can get between errands. Not too bad considering the schedule fail, but it is aggravating to not be able to finish the update all in one go.
Snow is on the way, but hopefully it won't get too bad til I am on my way back. Then it can pile up for all I care, and keep me snuggled up at the tablet like a good little art monkey.
Sleep schedule is being reset with the aid of melatonin and alarm clocks. I am geting good at this!