I found this morning that my first thoughts of the day were of yesterday. There’s a pretty good reason for this as I awakened to a pretty mild case of indigestion. You’d think I’d learn to stop eating IHOP at 1am. But as I learned (or rather, finally admitted) yesterday, I have a tendency to repeat mistakes.
This afternoon, while walking back to my car, I noticed a distinct little dent on the hood of my car. This wasn’t road damage, because it’s up near the top center of the hood. (I’d have noticed if something had hit the car hard enough to dent it while I was driving.)
So my only conclusion is that something fell onto my hood. Or was tossed!
Either way, I’m pissed. I’ll never know where the Mystery Dent came from and it doesn’t matter. The fact is that it’s there and there’s nothing I can do about it, but fix it. It seems like the more I pamper this car, the more little stupid things happen:
- I make a rule about not eating in the car, and suddenly no drive-thru attendant in Augusta can properly secure the lid onto a soft drink.
- I try not to park where the car can be dented or chipped, random objects fall onto my hood!
- Oh and what I thought was sap on my hood and trunk has actually turned out to be abrasions to the paint.
I never had this much trouble with the Escort or the Mirage… then again, both of those cars met an early demise. So maybe I should be grateful my issues with this car are small and aesthetic.
The brilliantbrown podcast is now available on the iTunes Store. Nice.
As I stated in my last entry, I’ve been extremely preoccupied with that which makes me unhappy. I’ve been focused on society’s problems and, on a smaller scale, my personal problems. So to counterbalance this, I’ve decided to make a list of the things in my life that bring me joy. Click through for the list…
Dear friends and family,
Umm… sorry. I’ve been on a bit of a tear lately. It seems that the more I listen to myself talk, the more I sound like a bitter old man… It seems like every day, I engage in some long conversation with one of you about the about the problems of the black community and its self-destructive cycles. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even listen to music on the radio without pointing out how ignorant it can be. I’ve been harsh and abrasive and generally unpleasant to be around. For this, I am sorry.
