"Bow down, stupid!"

yes, stop what you're doing, scoot your rolly chair away from your desk, and bow your head for a moment of silence.

my car has passed on.

though the camry never had a name, she was definitely a she, and a trusty steed. nimble and sure, quick and slightly bumpy at high speeds; in short, a vision of utilitarian goodness and fair gas mileage in navy blue.

her passing was caused by my over-zealous revving of the engine during an attempt to jump a friend's ford. my heavy foot caused a rod to break the engine casing. this was accompanied by fire, smoke, and a great deal of oil and metal debris. sadly, the replacement of the engine, even with a used part, would cost more than the car is worth at this point.

the lady done gone.

yes, i killed my car. and though i don't feel especially great about it, the deed is done, and there's no way to bring her back.

in other news, i found out i was turned down by ten potential jobs today.

but i did go to yoga.

goodnight, solemn mourners. casserole and canadien blended whiskey will be served in the parlor.