Got back from the shop, hit the bar, watched that nutjob in Dallas run from the cops (hey fella, ever run a rally?) grabbed a martini, listened to Frankie and realized I had no idea what time it was, what day, and when I had eaten last.
So... I ordered me up a caesar salad, drank a ton of water and hit the sack. So instead of running on empty, I have now slept for one hour and eaten some lettuce.
Car is patched up, we'll make our start time and it only cost us some exhaustion.
More later...
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