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Hello, world. I’m up. My cough kept me on the couch overnight. Shawshank walked me into bed at around 4:30am when he got up for work, and I slept until he left. Podrick jumped onto the bed for fat-baby cuddles, while a storm rumbled outside.
We enjoyed a mostly slow Thursday. Shawshank left for a little while to deal with a guy who wanted to buy the Hot Mess Express. It was a whole ass thing.
Like Pennywise, the Hot Mess Express has laid dormant for a couple of years now. I made 5 years of monthly payments and washed my hands of it, and it’s been sitting in the drive at Shady Acres for over a year now with the plan to sell it for parts. I can’t register it here in Saskatchewan, as it would need to cross back into the US and be properly, legally imported. I don’t have the title for it, because I never went through with whatever finalities needed to be done at the end of the loan’s terms, precisely because it’s not legally imported and I can’t do shit with it.
Thus, like every experience I’ve had selling anything, no one reads a fucking thing (and if they did read it, it doesn’t apply to them). After spending $60 so we could jump it and get it unlocked to check the mileage, the dude interested in the truck wanted the title so he could register it.
Shawshank‘s working the morning shift today, and I’m trying to decide if I want to stream. It’s Friday, which means it would probably suck. I want to, because I like to keep getting online, but I’m also coughing. The cough isn’t the 24/7 cough, and I found an expired inhaler that helped, but still. It’s not sexy.
