Going away.

I'm going on Vay-Cay tomorrow.

Be back the 11th, shit to do on the 12th, recovery the 13th, and then gotta get my effing car fixed.

Dear Car's Air-conditioning,

Why couldn't you have died in January?

You're a bastard.

Car, please make it to and from the Palm Beach airport, where my parents, no-big-deal, booked my ticket from. Ugh. 80 miles away.

Ugh.

See ya in mid-August!!