6/8/00 Fix-a-Flat.

I've been on a decent roll, and just couldn't skip a really quick update. Even though I have places to be and things to do.

Monica's car had a flat tire, so I took it to work with me and had it repaired during my lunch hour, now I have to go home and put it on the car.

But first I have to stop at the pharmacy for Monica... right after I fuel up at the gas station. Suddenly I feel like I'm doing everything again, and it's not a good feeling. Not because it's physically exhausting, but because it feels like an unfair expectation.

Monica and I had a brief, strange conversation on the phone today; it involved money. She asked me if we could go to the store and buy a dresser for Calvin's room, so I looked up our account balance and it was noticably low... especially considering we have been living at My in-law's place for really cheap since our house fire. Monica said it was probably groceries...but $400 in one week? I hate being the type of person who follows conspiracies, much less create them...I'll just see how this pans out.
I feel bad for the things I was thinking. (though it's probably no worse than what you are thinking)

It happened again... a deadline for a project I am working on just moved up a couple of weeks, so I was going to haul some work home and do another "all-nighter". But I decided against it for tonight...I'll just haul work home this weekend.

"Big Wheel keep on turnin'."