Take the bass out of your voice when you speak to me!

So I'm driving along, minding my own business, a little peeved that the radio and clock have ceased to work in my car. I was just in this thing two hours ago, I say to myself. What could've possibly happened in that time? I continue my journey to the grocery store with a turn onto Lincoln Avenue, where I come to realize that I am driving at a cool 0 km/hr. Not bad for a car that's clearly doing 50 or 60. Oh wait.

Next, I notice all my gauges are dead. Car's running great, but who could tell you any information about speed, temperature, RPMs or where my gas tank levels were at? Certainly not even the car at this point.

I start to imagine scenarios... Scenarios of crash-bang-boom because I might be driving 100 km/hr for all I know. Scenarios of "Do you know how fast you were driving?" "Well, no!" Scenarios where my car just blows up because that is really not too far-fetched.

So I get to the store, buy my damn dinner potato from Hell, get back in the car, turn it on, and the radio works. The speedometer, while seemingly a bit delayed in its accuracy, seems to function or at least move too. I drive home wondering what's about to fall off my car next. Perhaps the entire frame.

Miki's dad looks at it that night, tells me it's fine, although he did play around with some wires before he tested it. The next day, the radio dies again, the speedometer continues to work in a delayed fashion, the radio comes on eventually, and the keys lock themselves in the ignition. Then today, two days later, it works perfectly fine. All a week after I paid $117 for a new tire.

This, my avid readers, is my summer entertainment.

This, and I chopped off all my hair, cuz I can. And because I think what's left of the Amazon has relocated to Miklos's apartment. Let me tell you, what a difference no hair hanging over the back of my neck makes! And now... to dye it darker? Or leave it this weird naturally highlightedness the sun has made it. Oh, decisions in life!