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happy new year youz guys. oh-ten is proving to be 1) cold 2) snafu-happy but 3) ah'ight. we've gotten out cross country skiing once and my nasal passage nearly turned to ice...but it was girl scouts day so it was adorable to see the 6 year olds giving it a go. i forgot how akward it is to try to get up with those long boards strapped to your feet. the ankle twisting it causes looks unnatural.



as we speak pete is trying to fix my driver door. let me tell you a little about phil. he's my college car and he's been with me through coeur d'alene to pdx and back again. i guess it's hard to cliff notes him...i mean it's a ten year relationship built on trust, appreciation, personal meltdowns (mine mostly), and lots of rock n' roll. slowly but surely he's falling apart. i don't want to admit it and i certainly hate to talk about it - i am very superstitious about him - but it's true. i have to start facing the facts so i can prepare myself for that day when i walk away from newgate. maybe i'll walk to unisys just for the hell of it - in honor of berger's '89 dodge caravan. anyway, it started with the driver window, progressed to the left blinker and now the driver door handle. it's like he doesn't want me going left. or leaving him. i did notice the other windows seem shot as well but it's been like 15 fucking degrees below zero - what do you expect. it's a miracle any moving part still works on anything. nonsense.



so i don't know. carsoup? my boss has a mechanic that he trusts and i guess that's a possibility - get something from him. i don't know. like i said, i don't like thinking about it. our goal is 250k and i don't want to sell him short. if pete can get this fixed we are going for wings!