I hate washing my car.

I slept in again because I didn’t sleep well. My chest quit hurting on the left side, but the right side still hurt. I roll around in my sleep a lot and any time I was on my right side or on my stomach, I woke up because of the pain, and I woke up a lot. Now my thumb hurts, but I think my chest is OK.

I washed my car today, which I hate, because that’s when I notice all the nicks and dings and scrapes. Also, I just don’t find it all that fun. I’d much rather pay a guy a couple hundred bucks to do it for me. I also noticed that some of the paint for some body work I had done is starting to bubble up. Yeesh. The first few months I had the car, it was hit twice. First, someone forgot to set his parking brake and rolled back into my car. Then, someone backed into my door. The paint from both of those repairs is looking kinda sketchy, but what can you do?

I also went over to my ex-girlfriend’s place to have some birthday cake and some tea. That’s a EUPHEMISM. What I really did was WENT OVER AND ATE SOME CARROT CAKE AND DRANK SOME HERBAL TEA. See, not too far from what I said the first time. Turns out she reads this drivel from time to time so I better be on my best behavior. Hah. She’s my EX-girlfriend so everyone understands that I should exaggerate with some alacrity. (That’s for her, she got mid-700’s in her GRE verbal score.)