6/17/2001 05:01:23 AM
i took the car to gemini yesterday to get the brakes worked on. saturdays are probably the worst days to go to garages, because every working stiff has the day off and is trying to do the same. when i got there the guy told me it would be two hours before he could even think of looking at my car. i didn't care, it had to be done. 3 and a half hours and 154$ later i had a quiet car with quiet brakes and rotated tires. we have to go to dc twice this month for immigration stuff, it'll be (and already is) a major pain inmy ass, but then again this is the big one, once it's done, i'm good to go, or stay. i'm working on a new layout for the blog, no more kewpie baby for me so get your fill of the rubber fattie while you can. i also need to transfer my other domain, remove the more cretinous stuff i made years ago and add some new stuff. my mom's illness is at a more advanced stage than they originally claimed, which is a bit alarming and sad all at once. i don't know much about what happens now, because it's a rare disease, and she's a rare kinda gal. hopefully it'll all work out for the best, whatever that is. husband has been working all weekend and i miss him. i'm tired from yesterday, i never went to bed last night, just caught a nap around 4pm, and i feel like shit. all the fish are dead except fat sucker, who looked he like he didn't have far to go, but recovered miraculously. we're going to give the tank a week or two to settle, then quarantine turd ferguson, fat sucker and turd ferguson jr. if we can find him, clean the hell out of it and add some new fish. i miss my dopes, grubbing around with their big mouths flapping everytime i opened the ceiling flap to feed them. they are buried in the backyard in a wooden box with glass baubles and tissue paper, and a headstone i made out of a broken brick, i painted. i'm sensitive you know.

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