*pounds truck*
As weekends go, I'd like to give this one back.
So tonight I came from the memorial service to an incredibly long drive, and something about just the whole damn day had drained me. No bad to the service itself, in fact it was a rather positive affair. On a Sunday night everyone seemed to be busy or in the land of the missing, so aside from brief conversations with Greg and Shell, I made pretty much the entire drive fighting an increasing tiredness. By the end of it my eyes were so unfocused I couldnt even see the highway signs uI was practically right under them, and since my glasses are now so much road kill, lets just say I probably shouldnt have been driving.
Well, I made it home alive, only to find my driveway blocked by the mother of all assholes. And just to put a capper on the whole damn affair, I pull my truck over to the side of the road, and when I try to move it--boom!
It dies.
I'm praying it works tomorrow morning, and its just flooded or overheated or some such nonsense.
Anyway, I was going to say my own kindly two cents on the memorial service earlier today, but my mood and my energy have crashed to such a point I couldnt do it or her justice. So I'm dragging my sorry ass to bed instead.
As weekends go, I'd like to give this one back.
So tonight I came from the memorial service to an incredibly long drive, and something about just the whole damn day had drained me. No bad to the service itself, in fact it was a rather positive affair. On a Sunday night everyone seemed to be busy or in the land of the missing, so aside from brief conversations with Greg and Shell, I made pretty much the entire drive fighting an increasing tiredness. By the end of it my eyes were so unfocused I couldnt even see the highway signs uI was practically right under them, and since my glasses are now so much road kill, lets just say I probably shouldnt have been driving.
Well, I made it home alive, only to find my driveway blocked by the mother of all assholes. And just to put a capper on the whole damn affair, I pull my truck over to the side of the road, and when I try to move it--boom!
It dies.
I'm praying it works tomorrow morning, and its just flooded or overheated or some such nonsense.
Anyway, I was going to say my own kindly two cents on the memorial service earlier today, but my mood and my energy have crashed to such a point I couldnt do it or her justice. So I'm dragging my sorry ass to bed instead.
I'm sorry about your truck. I know how you feel. I have the worst luck with cars. I hope your truck is doing better now!