We're on the road to nowhere....

Buhhhhhh... Not a Good Way to Wake Up... Or Maybe It Is.

I have a friend named Belinda, a friend through the business... she's really pretty, really smart, but she's married, so I don't even think of doing anything. I have to go see her about once a week to pick up supplies... and we talk. I've gotten to know her pretty well since we've been doing business with her company. I like her a lot.

I woke up this afternoon from a dream... I was having sex with Belinda in it. I hate those dreams... Now I'm going to be thinking about this damn dream all day. Worse, the dream is indirectly making me think about having sex with a friend I don't want to have sex with. Worse than that, next time I see Belinda, I'm going to think about the dream -- going to think about having sex with her. Which is not what I want. I'm going to act very strange around her, and that ain't cool.

All of this would be fine if she wasn't married.


Bad Clutch

I've had to park my truck again. My truck has a manual transmission. Manuals require fluid to operate the clutch. For some reason, my truck has started to lose all fluid rapidly. This makes the clutch excessively easy to depress, but it also makes it impossible to put in gear. Neither of these are good things. I drove the bastard almost two miles last night, and it drained the fluid completely. Luckily I much like a boy scout, and I come prepared. I had some extra fluid with me, so I was not stranded. Unfortunately, I did not drive my vehicle to the intended destination last night. Nor will I drive it until this problem is fixed. I actually feel the need to try to fix it myself, but seeing as how this is my primary mode of transportation I don't want to risk fucking it up too badly. But I figure if I'm going to rebuild a car, I might want to start noodling around with mechanics of all sorts to practice.

I lack the energy to type anymore. I want a thunderstorm. Big nasty violent thunderstorm. That would be good right now.