February 12
Can I write an entry in the 7 or so minutes I have before needing to leave to pick up Angelo and Eleanor? We'll see! I bet I can, seeing as how I don't have fuckall to write about.
Yesterday was pretty nothing. I drove to and from Hartford--twice--so that Nick could drop off his car at the dealer for the 10k oil change. Sadly, since we'd had snow Monday (as you might recall my mentioning), people were driving as though the roads were greased with...greased with...um, something bad, and if they brought their car above 45 (in some cases) or under 90 (in others), the entire world as we know it would end in a fiery ball of sorrow and misery. Fuckers. It's snow, it's not going to eat your car.
Also, the non-highway roads (we call those "streets" here in Connecticut, I don't know about where you all live) were sort of half plowed and half covered in whatever that brown dirt crap they throw down is.
Fucking winter.
Today, though, I'm going to change my fortune. Or, to lose Angelo forever. We're off to the casino. I'll send the jet for you if I win my fortune.