16 April 2009

a bunch of wherewithal very badly, supernaturally, needs to fall in my lap

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Goldie's ultra-fancy, not made anymore carburetors are losing it and not only will I be making payments till the end of time to have this fixed if the part/s are yet findable on this planet, but, as I said, I can't imagine being alive without that car. I mean, I would probably live if I could buy a new one, after some time under heavy sedation or communing with the buddhas of the ten directions, but, well... I think I have to go off and stare into space for a while now.

This world has vexed me again today, and not just the car problems. Even though I'm safely back indoors in friendly territory, there are seemingly billions of people out there teeming at very high speeds all over every conceivable surface and I had to venture out among them, and interact with them, and make it back, all without having enough time to pull myself together this morning.

I don't know how you keep quadrupling the population of the Bay Area every time my back is turned, but every time I come back, you've done it somehow and it bowls me right the heck back on over again each time....

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