Mah Truk iz Ded (again)
Fat Ass (my truck) is apparently not in favour of me having any fun this weekend. I did turn off the headlights last night (or at least I mashed the right button), but this morning I learned that when you mash the button a certain way it gets stuck under the dashboard, thus leaving the headlights on overnight. I happened to crank myself out of bed early today, so I was able to hop on the bike and make it into work on time. I need to be riding the bike to work anyway, but with Gary out of town for the weekend, I either need to get a jump or snag a ride if I'm going to make it to Retro or to roller derby this weekend.
The Awesome Bambi saw my Tale of Woe on Facebook and stopped by after work to give me a jump, but she's out of practice and I'm a boob in the woods, so I still have a dead truck. Mike pointed out that it's a good thing to have clean battery terminals. Her terminals did have a good bit of buildup, so that could have been it, but she'd already headed out before I could give it another shot.
I've got a number of options for what to do with a home alone weekend. A clean house would be nice. Lately it's been Go to Work, Get Home Ridiculously Late, Eat Something, Spend Time With Valdemar Before We Both Pass Out. Repeat. So the house has been less than optimal. And I'm short on sleep. (Duh.) And here it is...9 PM.
So the smart option at this point is to miss Retro (again), get some sleep (like Right Now) and make some calls in the morning to see if I can snag a ride to derby. Then either clean the house or get Peru, India, Uganda and China under control. (Nothin' but party party party around here.)