|*sigh* I don't wanna go back!
||[Mar. 20th, 2007|10:30 am]
For the past four days I've been on a pretty productive little break from work. The stars must've aligned or my boss must have accidentally doubled up on her Lexapro for a couple of weeks, but I was off Friday night, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. I'm really feeling like crap now that I have to go back tonight.
Friday night I bought a head unit for the Town Car and some Alpine speakers, but not before hitting a dog on my way to BestBuy. It was the first dog I had ever hit, and I was completely sick over it. The owner pulled out of his driveway (carrying a horse trailer, no less) right in front of me and his dog was chasing the truck. I would've seen the dog in daylight but it was nighttime. I stopped, and two of the guy's hired hands who heard the screech/bump called the guy. He was so concerned for the dog's wellbeing he kept on a-goin'. The impact took quite a bit of paint off my bumper. Yay. As though maiming Fido wasn't enough, my service at BestBuy was equally nauseating. However, dead-set on buying a CD player and speakers, I dropped more money than I care to add up. The results, though, are quite impressive.
Saturday I spent having the audio equipment installed (yes, I'm afraid of tampering with car electronics, you may ridicule me now), and then I met my friend Jeff-who-stole-my-wallet and his mother for dinner. Normally I try to stay away from Jeff's mother, but since he works in Memphis now and stays there most of the time, when he comes home it's Mom Time. For the last several weeks we'll make plans and when he throws in "yeah, mom wants to go, too" I'll bail. She's a really entertaining person, but although she says she "loves" and "accepts" me and Jeff, she makes no bones about the fact that she believes we could "turn straight" immediately at our own decision. For that I have a hard time coming to terms with even speaking to her. As long as that topic doesn't come up, though, we're fine. Of course, we all went out and ate Chinese and had a great time. Then we went home and watched The Prestige (my 5th time). I don't think Jeff or his mom enjoyed it as much as I did, but at least I got them to see it. Getting them to watch anything deeper than Legally Blond 2 is a quite a feat.
Sunday I can't really remember what I did other than laying around reading some books. Right now I'm reading Stop Dressing Your Six Year Old Like a Skank and We're Just Like You, Only Prettier (both by Celia Rivenbark), as well as You Suck by Christopher Moore, and I Am the Central Park Jogger by Trisha Meili. Anyone who knows me knows that my pretend OCD won't let me start one book before finishing the one before it, but all these books are so good I want to ration them out so they'll last longer.
Monday I washed/clay barred/waxed Mom's Grand Cherokee and Joy's Sebring. After finishing the Sebring I took it for a top-down spin last night. I enjoyed it, but it doesn't coddle me like the Town Car does. I need to face it. I'm getting old. After all the car care I read some more.
Today I'm going to read some, too, just before I go to work.