Also dropped a box of stuff off at the Goodwill. Noticed I forgot to put two books in the box I was dropping off. Argh. Awesomesauce, though, I asked for a receipt – I get a blank one. Yeah, I donated a Rembrandt, totally. Hahaha. But it’s nice that I don’t have to sit there for four hours while they do an inventory I’ve already done. Charities rock, by the way. It’s like a yard sale where everything instantly sells, but instead of spendable money, you get to stick it to the government. Of course, they stick it to you right back, what with the not-counting-full-value for tax purposes, but in the end, you get money off your taxes. So while everyone involved (except maybe the charity) gets screwed, the government gets screwed slightly more. A net victory for our beautiful city.

It’s only Tuesday and I miss my car. I mean, I still have three days with her. Stopped for cigarettes (yes, yes – e-cigarette, whatever, too much to do right now to deal with an e-cigarette charger); get out…

Oh, man. I’m doing that deja vu thing where I swear I’ve already typed this post. I AM THE KWISATZ HADERACH.

Monster > Rockstar > Coffee. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Right, where was I? Ah, yes. Walk out of the gas station, fumble around for my keys, and my car simply opens for me. Butthurt skeptics would insist I merely bumped the door unlock while grabbing my keys. No, sorry, my car loves me and opened her door for me automagically. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Wonder if I can get a low-mileage ZX2 out in California.