Some guys stopped to help them, to no avail. I was not too clear on this part of the story, but they limped back home in the Saab, probably in 1st gear all of the way. So they took the van, and dropped the Saab off at Whiteys' to get yet another transmission put in. The guy at Whiteys' was not happy, this will be the fourth one that they've had to put in... for the price of one.

Then the Saab gets traded in. I don't really know what we'll be looking for, but it won't have an automatic transmission that can't be picked up at any junkyard. I have loved the Saabs that we've had, but enough is enough.

At any rate, I got back to sleep about 18:30 finally, and the alarm went off at 19:30. I was not nearly ready to come to work. However, it has been a slow night so far. Most of the people around here are in good moods, so it's been an enjoyable night. Damn! I have to look over my shoulder as I type that... someone might be watching, and make my enjoyable little world go to hell really quick. It's been known to happen before...

Ahhhh... much better. I took my shoes off, that makes life a little better. I have a new pair of Astics that I got for work, and they're not quite broken in yet.

I have been thinking lately that this journal has been changing over the last several months. I feel a compulsion to write daily, but it seems that most of my entries have been relatively lifeless. Yes, Nilknarf has, I'm afraid, turned into a boring journal. I'll admit it. It did slip up on me, though. Gus's admonishments of yesterday pretty well hit home here.

So, let's analyze the problem: (I would do an unordered list here, but that doesn't work with right alignment.)

In the past, I have had several people suggest topics that I could write about, and that is fun. If anybody has any ideas, send them to me at nilknarf@networksplus.net.

Many times in the past, I have had things happen in my everyday life that I could write about. I don't know what happened here, but I suspect that it's more of a function of me not noticing things that are happening, rather than things not actually happening. This is a sure sign of middle-aged complacency. I need to get my ass kicked someway or another to get out of this.

I do need to do better. If I can't do better, then this will not be fun anymore and, truth be said, if it ain't fun, I ain't gonna do it. And I do like doing it... but I was having a lot more fun when I was doing it better.

This journal has more use to me than entertainment, however. The daily aspects of my life still need to be recorded. I have gotten used to being able to go back in my journal and finding out when something happened... like when we got the Saab back from the mechanic the last time. There is some information in here that is useful to me, even though it is most likely only mildly interesting, if at all, to anyone else.

Like I said, I need a jump-start.

All of this has to be leading up to something, huh.

OK, then: A pledge, to you, my loyal readers: From this point forward, I will try to be more interesting. If I am not more interesting, you have my permission to stop reading. However, if you do stop reading, you are likely to miss those days when I actually do say something interesting or funny. And that will be my fault, and I do not want to shoulder the blame for that.

I'm going to take my pills and go to bed now.