Damn it, but seeing that bottle of cherry wine in my kitchen is making me salivate. Psychological/physiological hardwiring is interesting stuff.
Damn it, I may not make Hell On Wheels 2011.
My Mom just stopped by, she thought I may want a slice of chocolate cake; she brought one. My Mom rocks.
&, I can fix anything. In this case, steel wool, and some high-temperature filler, then drill, tap, mount a new stud, bolt the pipe back on.
Were I more honest yesterday, I would have said that my buddy snapped off an exhaust stud, then broke a 3/8 tap in the being-re-threaded drilled out hole, in the rear ‘cylinder’ of my motorcycle. He is a certified mechanic; I am curmudgeon with a lot of tools. Friendship is not getting steamed over shit; it’s all little shit in the end.
Root beer floats will be worth more than gold when the zombies come.
Graduation gift →
I may pick it for for my bro; recently completed his Masters…
I also break taps off in the manifold block. Sexy.
4:30 is too early; this morning, 5:30 is feeling too early. I must have slept poorly. I should video my rest cycle, tho’ that creeps me out a bit.
I completely spaced on my New Year’s Resolution: I am going to call all women ‘Dude.’
Not so sure Black Snake Moan was a great selection for the evening. Damn me, but I tend to be drawn to women who need some sort of emotional support/growth, or, more than likely, therapy.
Every time I need a stud/bolt extractor, and don’t have one, the frustration builds to anger, then apathy, and then I forget I needed one. Until the next time I need a stud/bolt extractor and don’t have one.
Early morning contemplative time: my favorite time of day. Given that I should be running, and will likely wuss out of the stairclimber as well, I will simply enjoy this coffee as much as I can.