curiousI wrote a short letter today, on my new set of stinktier stationery. It's a shame nobody writes letters anymore, it really is. I enjoy reading them, but it's kind of outdated nowadays unfortunately. I always feel like I should write something important when it's on paper, but invariably it's just drivel as usual, which is almost a betrayal of the principle, but that's probably what it was in the way-back, too.
I went to go replace my serpentine belt today afternoon (after being lazy all day until it was almost dark) and found that my stupid breaker bar was too long to fit in between the tensioner and the fan. And it was the wrong size, so I bought a serpentine tool. But it was way after dark from that, so I'll do it tomorrow, and hope that it's actually the belt and not the tensioner itself because (as Cougar was nice enough to enlighten me) they aren't as cheap as a belt. But then again that serpentine tool was like 45 bucks, so..
And people put your Lean Cuisine down for five seconds and look at this here thing, which is arguably smaller than a breadbox. I'm not sure exactly what her name is going to be yet, but I do know that she is coming to be a member of my family and so I had better become sure exactly sometime soon. I'm looking forward to something, which is a feeling I'm not really used to. How about that for a reason to tidy up this dump, eh?
