barry burton
the Complications
Monday I decided to try the car again. It started up and ran fine so I drove it to Oak Mountain. After my run, it refused to start. I waited on the towing company for an hour and finally had it towed to the mechanic. The next day, the distributor cap and rotor were replaced and the car started running normally. Man do I love a good diagnosis. The check engine light was reset, and remained off all week. Until this afternoon. Oh snap. Wednesday I awoke at four am. I have no idea, but I was really hungry. I really wanted to eat Indian (please note that I was not craving Indian, as it has previously been brought to my attention that men do not crave). The Amy’s Mattar Paneer stashed away in the freezer satisfied me. The sun came up at 5:30.
Seriously? Since when does the sun also rise that early? I had Moe’s for dinner. It was evidently a day for delicious food. Also, I finally saw King Kong. I thought it was good for what it was. Definitely over the top, but Peter Jackson definitely nails the technical side of a movie. Today my dad and I rented a boat and tossed worms into Lake Purdy for a few hours. I also photographed fluorescent bobbers in their native habitat. Now I am exhausted for no reason. Good night.
