I learned something really important today: even when you are leaving the house for a few hours because you're angry, if you are taking a car which has an oil leak you must
check the oil.
I was 45 miles from home; the Escort's oil light came on when I stopped for a stop sign--and the damn thing took three freakin' quarts of oil
to bring it up to full. Jesus! What the fuck
am I doing?
I'm starting to suspect that the oil leak is a pressure leak of some kind, because this occurred after I had driven 45 miles at speeds averaging 50 MPH.
That would have been fuckin' perfect, to throw a goddamned rod in the engine I just got broken in after a rebuild because I forgot to check the fuckin' oil. As if I wasn't already mad enough.
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Why was I angry? Because although Mom is doing better than she was, she won't do certain things to keep herself from getting sick again.
She's got an Advair inhaler she refused to use because she thinks it's the cause of a bronchitis-like feeling in her lungs. She wouldn't drink any Boost or Ensure, even in place of one glass of water. She doesn't eat enough food.
Every time I reminded her to do X or Y I'd have to fight her to get her to do it; and this afternoon I got fed up with it and needed just to get out.
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...ended up in Bourbonnais, so I tried to find a Fiero GT Sailor V's brother told him about, but I couldn't find the place it was parked. Turns out I drove right past it, argh etc--that'll teach me to take my GPS with me, God damn it to fuck. I didn't want to talk to anyone
which is why I didn't call Sailor V about it.
I had wanted
to go wade in the Kankakee River but I made a wrong turn somewhere, and didn't really give a ratfuck about it anyway, so screw it.
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My dinner tonight is a philly cheesesteak Hot Pocket and a bowl of ice cream, and fuck the goddamned diet.
* * *I am never going to be critical of anime gangsters ever again.
Okay, one thing they like to do in manga and anime is to give gangsters ludicrous pompadours, and many was the time I've seen some that were just stupid-big, and thought, "Is the exaggeration really necessary?"
Problem: IT'S NOT EXAGGERATION! IT'S REAL!
I swear I've seen that guy in the middle in a couple of anime titles.
...every time I think the Japanese can't surprise me, they go and prove me wrong.
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You watch out for "Brack Shadow"! (I know it says "Black Shadow" on the back of that one guy's jacket. They're Japanese. Figure it out.)
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I am so seriously pissed off and frustrated and stressed out I don't know WTF I should do to alleviate the symptoms.
If you were to imagine my emotional state applied to Sawako from Kimi ni Todoke
that expression would not too far off the mark.
In that image, Sawako is actually trying not to cry because Ayane and Chizu have just finished applying makeup to her, to make her extra-hot for when she sees Kazehaya later in the evening. Crying would ruin the makeup and spoil the effect.
However, it really does look as if Sawako is about to choke a bitch.
Me, I'm wondering if a single margerita might not be warranted, followed by sleeping for 12 hours or so. That's the best plan I've got, so off I go.