So I’m taking another day to spend Talking to Wamba on the Big White Phone.

I don’t actually feel bad, I just can’t get far away from a bathroom. I may try to get some shit done today while I’m hovering close to home, like new plugs/wires on the 99 sploder. The sucker threw a 455 while I was dropping the Daughter off at school, no doubt because the boys and girls at Emissions testing told me my gas cap wasn’t working and replaced it.