Only half our latest string of lights is working. This is the way I’m trending lately. I buy a string of Christmas lights, half of them explode. It’s happened now for half the lights on our tree at my apartment, and now that I strung some lights around the window at Miklos’s, half seem to have died there too. Strange phenomenon.
I just drank some Dr. Pepper because I bought a bottle for 99 cents, and even though I don’t like pop most of the time, I do like a couple sips of the Dr. every now and then. As most of the time, I drink water, milk, and maybe a little tea, this small glass of blackened flavour water has already made my teeth hurt. The rest of this bottle will surely be left to go flat.
It occurred to me earlier in the week that the first job I ever tried to get was because my stereo was broken and I needed money to fix it. Turns out, all these years of joy later, I never did get that stereo fixed, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t had one in the meanwhile. I don’t think they even sell stereos these days.
If anyone feels like donating a car without blown gaskets to me, I would be eternally in your debt (or at least until I paid it off monetarily or sentimentally). Until then, if you’re ever trying to find me on a day I’m supposed to be working, try any gas station or Tim Hortons from here to St Catharines. I’m sure to be re-coolantizing my car at one of them.