I finally get my car back today. The final assraping payment of $875 for the transmission rebuild will keep me nearly broke for two more weeks, but I'll have my own car. Ambrosia.

Because I'm returning the loaner car to it's current owner, a tank-fill-up, car wash, and vacuuming is in order. The problem is the weather. It's below ten degrees. Any cleansing I attempt will freeze to the car. It'll have to wait for thirty-five plus weather. I have my footprints on the inside windshield from last weekend's parking lot free coke bender, dark dried scum from muddy slush staining the mats, and a lovely tar coating on all interior surfaces.

The biological effects of quitting smoking are very strange. It's been 15 days now. For the last two days I've had a gurgly foamy mucus bubbling up from my lungs. I think some sort of cleansing process has begun. Each time I talk I sound as if I drank a gallon of milk since I last spoke. It's gluey and no amount of throat clearing or hot beverages alleviate this disgusting muck. My skin complexion is slowly improving. The perpetual blossoming of tiny pink pimples on my upper cheekbones seems to be subsiding, and I have a flesh tone face now instead of an unhealthy grayish pallor.

I am becoming a human.
3:10 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm