Time for a Change

I'm improving the look and style of things here. Could take a few days, so check back after I tidy up.

No Rest for the Weary

I did not sleep well last night.

I was awakened at about 3:15 a.m. and not allowed to fall back asleep for almost a full hour. And now I do not know how I'm going to make it through the last day of print week (today) at the magazine.

I do know that our neighbor has a new lady friend.

And that they are persistent when it comes to showing affection toward each other.

And also that his bed is outrageously squeaky.

And also that our apartment complex's walls are apparently very thin.

At This Point it's Mostly Machine Anyway

My car has a terminal illness and it's trying to tell me that it's time for it to go.

I will be getting a new one. Soon. If the stress involved doesn't kill me first.

Celebrate!

I hope you had a great 4th of July!

My Car Is Proud of Me, and You Should Be Too

Today I did something I've never done before: I changed one of my tail light bulbs on my Explorer.

You have no idea what an accomplishment this was. Not only because I (embarrassingly enough) know next to nothing about what keeps my car running, but also because it was a freaking nightmare trying to get my hands on those little light bulbs.

I think it must have been The Week to Buy Replacement Tail Bulbs citywide or something, because I went to WalMart and Target a total of three times -- three times -- in order to find the stinkin' things.

My frustration at the drought of replacement bulbs subsided, however, after I snapped the cover back into place and had a successful test. I know this will sound hilarious to anyone who has even a shred of a clue more than I do regarding his or her vehicle, but I'm going to say it anyway: I felt like a total badass.

Introverts Are People, Too

Thanks to The Atlantic, I now choose to see myself as "a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

You're free to see me this way, too, of course.