Wah-hay too much traffic and it's going to be less overall mileage if I wait until after the sleep doctor appointment tomorrow. So I got half my pills, a shitload of the good kind of coffee, a few groceries and Goldie Honda got her annual total detail job.
Too much activity! Too much up and down stairs and up and down the block and around and around. My legs are all rubbery from moving around so much. When you finally feel a little better, it takes the rest of you more time to catch up.
Goldie is gorgeous! She sparkles and she's not bleeping and screaming anymore. She's back being the best car in the history of automobiles and you don't even know what it's like not to have that car! She's twenty years old! Drives like a brand new sports car. I know I'm dead when she is. I asked everybody in Berkeley for my wealthy socialist.
They're not taking me seriously!!!!!!
But I mean it!
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