Wednesday general blogginess — Caffeinated Edition
Coffee makes me a better singer. Does it enhance all my non-talents? I will try painting something just as soon as I get my laundry out of the dryer.
So, it's chilly again. Yay? Sunday night it was warm enough to put the top down on the Purple Pimpmobile. It was my first time riding in a convertible, much less driving one. I have to say, having no roof is extremely distractive (is that a word? I doubt it) to people (*cough*me*cough*) who have the attention span of cats and want to watch the trees and stars and buildings and ceilings of parking garages as they go whizzing by, making interesting patterns.
That got me to hankering for spring. Which is weird; I usually relish winter and all its long-sleeved glory. We haven't really had but one or two cold snaps so far. I know more will come. They always do. But I'm getting used to opening my windows and listening to the traffic again. And wearing flip-flops.
So, I'm still not sure about the car (my dad is doing all the negotiating with the insurance people; he won't even let me call them because "they will steamroll [me]," he says). I have gotten something like five separate calls to my cell from clinics wanting me to come in for free screenings (effing ambulance chasers) and a flyer in the mail from a doctor. I keep telling them I've been checked out, I'm fine, etc., but they keep calling. People really do love suing the shit out of other people. I'm just so glad I'm not on the other end of this equation.
I dread the moment when I have to buy a new car. My dad will find out that I'm in more debt than he thinks (he thinks I've just got the student
Happy hump day. Remind me to never blog while on caffeine ever again.