1. The car has now gone through an entire tank of gas with no lights coming on and no odd behavior, although I’m like an abused puppy in that when I ran over a plastic bottle, I had to get out of the car and check to make sure there was no damage, and even once I had seen it was just a plastic bottle, I was shaking so bad that for the three blocks to my destination convinced that it was going to either overheat or drop all its fuel. The fact that I have gone 300 miles and have just under a quarter of a tank of gas is sure sign that it’s happier than it was, but I still don’t trust it.
2. Yesterday, I headed out to Plainsboro to see Dani, and then on the way back to town I dropped by the home of and had dinner with Christiane and Thom, and then I bopped down to Ten Stone at 21st and South and had Yuengling pints while chatting with Rosemary and Marvin. Then I came back to Pottstown and was snuggled by a gigantic tuxedo cat and an eccentric Siamese.
3. Today, it seems Dahlak is open. Who’s coming? Did anyone get in touch with Helena? The number I have for her is no go. I plan on hooking up with Jenn and Tim at some point, but definitely want to meet up at Dahlak around 8 p.m. You know, I remember how to get there memetically but I don’t remember the address. 48th and Baltimore? I forget.
4. Tomorrow we go home. Vroom vroom. I’m knocking on all matter of wood that the car doesn’t pull some annoying brickhead stunt on the way.