It is cold.

I drove my car today. I took my mom up to the Mining Museum, which is like 500 feet away. We don't have blocks here so I can't say in blocks. Maybe a block over. I don't know. We drove down the road and turned up the hill to the museum. Everything was just fine. I usually go from there down a road about a half mile to St. John's Baptist Church and turn around. After yesterday's troubles, I decided not to do that today. So I turned back down the hill and stopped at the turn. I waited until the road was clear and pressed on the gas. The car did not go and almost died. Traffic was coming so I put it in reverse and waited for the traffic to clear again. This time when I pressed the gas, it died. I started it back up and waited on traffic. When clear, I pressed on the gas and the car died. I started it back up and waited on traffic. When clear, I pressed on the gas and the car died. No, that's not a type-o. It died again for a total of three times. The next time the traffic was clear, the car ran just fine, and we made it back home.

It doesn't matter what is going on in my life, I can always think of my car and get depressed. But there's nothing I can do about it today. And there's probably nothing I can do about it tomorrow or next week. I'm going to keep starting it just so it can warm up, but I'm probably not going to be driving it every day for a long time.

Boo, my nephew, is over. He just opened a gift, a modern day Transformer. It came with a CD that has the first episode of Transformers: Armada (I think). I couldn't really stand to watch it. It's horrible what people have done to the Transformers. They're not the ones I grew up with. Seeing what has happened to Optimus Prime is like if George Lucas went back and tinkered with Star Wars... wait... he did what? Well, at least Spielberg has left E. T. alone... wait... oh no. Not that too?

They keep changing my childhood. I'm the only one allowed to do that.


  ¶ 4:32 PM