Car-tastrophe!!!

Now my car is really, really dead. My new, professionally installed battery decided that the Fourth of July fireworks were terribly insufficient, or perhaps it's a Buddist Battery and elected self-immolation to protest its subversive support of the war in Iraq, or perhaps the fella installing it took offence at my tango shoes, but at any rate, the car is quite literally toast...well, semi-literaly. The good news is that I'll probably have a lawsuit on my hands. No money for pain and suffering, but I don't feel to guilty about taking folks to court for negligence or selling a bum batt.

Otherwise, looking forward to making the big trip with Uncle Ryan. The aforemention's post about sleeping has really been helping me battle Sloth. Sun helps to. I swim in the mornings and all that. As much as I've bagged on the Valley, it is one of the most beautiful summer places I've ever been. I went out with some friends to swim in this clean and cool pond on Sat., then we went to a great bookstore and cafe built in an old sawmill over a creek. Come visit!

Been reading a lot this summer. I'm trying to get a jump on next semester cuz I'm taking a lot of classes in an attempt to get outta here by January. The plan is to go back to Buenos Aires or Paris for a while. Am I the only person who seems to have some sadistic urge to take on impossible amounts of work? and I wonder why. Am I trying to prove something? To whom? Myself? I think sometimes it's like the jocks in the weightroom pushing enough weight to make Achilles scratch his head but with no real goal in mind. Whitherless muscles.