Saturday

I think I'm coming down with some sort of something something of the ol' ultra-not-well. So far, it's all up in the noggin. Stuffed up, post-nasal drainage and a sore throat! Yeah!

Before I assume the "heal thyself" position, I have some errands to run: grocery store, pet store. I was going to go get my car serviced, too. Yee haw.

Time for a vitamin c cocktail.

Well, I must get on that, then.

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Okay, I'm here in my kitchen, sipping a soy milk mixed berry smoothie, and orange juice. I've already had 1000 mg of vitamin C.

Just call me the Antioxidantal Tourist....

Accordion Crimes

I think Quartetra by Doncas Ocultas (Portuguese music) has cured me of my distaste of accordion music induced from too much time on the Parisian subway system.

So long, Sta-Puft

So, I get a ring on my doorbell this afternoon. A young lad is lookin' to buy my Corolla that's been mellowing out in the front yard.

I hadn't driven it in 4 months or so. It was likely dead. He jumped it and it started. He took it for a test drive. Seemed like a good guy. I sold it to him for a low price, but he took care of a problem I wouldn't have to deal with: getting rid of that car.

The title is transferred, and I've got the liability release information to send in. Tomorrow, it will be off my insurance.

Now I'm down to one car, the dutiful and most delightful Prius.

Who's on seventeenth?

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Friday, March 17th.

Dr. Who premieres on Sci Fi.

Please make a note of it.

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