mnemennth

I just woke up a hour ago; the need to eat and medicate myself forced me to drag myself out of bed. Go, me.

The terrifying thing is... I only managed to get through about half of the garage. There is still about 8 feet of similar SHtuff between me and the back wall... and then there's my toolboxes. I think I'm just going to lock them and take them as-is; I've got enough misery ahead of me sorting through all of mom's *****.

And that is no kidnapping van! It's too damned big, and too many windows. That huge ancient thing with the windows painted out... crap, that'd be a neon sign just screaming "HEY FUZZ! COME HASSLE THE FRAKK OUTTA ME!!!" (No offense intended, buddy, ) Though over here, I see it more like the opening scene of MiB...

"Oh, hey. Nick the Dick. What a surprise. Where you been?"

"Oh, fishin' in Port Lavaca."

"Really? Let's take a look at your catch..."


Actually, we bought it years ago for my mom who wanted to make a weekender camper out of it, but it never happened due to time, money and her failing health. Just another reminder of my many failures where she was concerned...

mnem
Vertical-ness is highly overrated.

PPS: I'm working on the "and fully clothed" thing. Bite me.