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It's got down in the 60's last night; I slept with my head next to the open window. I could have stayed there all day. Except, y'know, for the part where it gets warmer.
This weekend: oil change. Hopefully to be completed before the masses invade our street for Cooper-Young Fest; I'd rather not get run over by some yuppie fool in a hurry to get his public drunkenness on.
Not that I won't go and a couple beers myself. Unless all they've got is Budcracker, in which case perhaps not.
I could probably go on a minute about the car some more, but I've even started to annoy myself with that single-mindedness, so I won't.
This weekend: oil change. Hopefully to be completed before the masses invade our street for Cooper-Young Fest; I'd rather not get run over by some yuppie fool in a hurry to get his public drunkenness on.
Not that I won't go and a couple beers myself. Unless all they've got is Budcracker, in which case perhaps not.
I could probably go on a minute about the car some more, but I've even started to annoy myself with that single-mindedness, so I won't.
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