5:09 p.m. - 2005-06-27
Car drama, I hate Coldplay, and a dream snippet
It's a wonder my cat puts up with me at all. I just caught her lying in the hallway, sprawled on her back with her hind paws spread wide open and her front paws off to the left, like she was doing some obscene hula dance. I can never just walk by her when she does this. She seemed to be asleep, so I stopped in the bathroom and got a pair of scissors.
Because she has matted fur in her underwear, that's why. It's like she's trying to grow dreads.
I got one mat out, and she woke up, probably either because she felt it or because I have this habit of singing the word "snip" whenever I cut her fur. But getting the one mat wasn't enough. I wanted to trim some of her britches down just to, you know, make life easier for us.
[me] "Sneep."
[she] swipe
[me] "Sneep!"
[she] catches my finger with one long claw
[me] You won this round, but you can't stay awake forever!
Friday night I got a call on my cellphone from Darren.
[me] You on your way home?
[he] I'd like to be.
He was on the side of the highway, stranded by Eleanor*, who's supposed to be our GOOD car. Her alternator was kaputt.
* That's the only photographic documentation I have of the whole ordeal. I tried to take a picture of the tow truck, but the bright lights freaked out my camera phone and this is the best I could get.
And yes, we name our cars. Eleanor is a Park Avenue and Loki is a Century. It's a complete coincidence that we ended up with two Buicks.
Anyway, hooray for uncles who fix cars. More than that, hooray for dads who help you tow cars to your uncle's shop in the middle of the freakin night.
Both Darren and my dad drove me nuts while we waited for the tow truck to show up. It's like they wanted to dance in traffic or something.
[me] Get away from the traffic. Don't be that guy who didn't see it coming.
[darren] I'm on this side of the line.
[me] It's not darts! Get over here!
For Xmas this year, I want a AAA membership.
Wow, Packet must really be miffed about the sneepings from earlier. There's lightning and thunder outside, and she hasn't stopped in to check on me, yet.
I remember what I was going to say last time:
I hate Coldplay.
Snippet from a dream:
I was playing "Operation" with some friends, and I drew the card that said "Carpe diem". There was actually a tiny plastic "diem" (I don't remember where). Of course, I nudged the side, the nose lit up, and my friends all called me Butterfingers. I could not carpe the diem.
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