In Repair.

So the other night, I ran my poor car half into a curb. My front right tire took most of the hit, so the car is fine. But the tire blew up on me or something. It just got all tore up. Silly winter tires and their super hard compounds. So I was sitting on a spare for a few days, and thus didn't drive my car. I just left it at work. I finally got my car back in drivable conditions yesterday night.

Man I miss driving. For those of you that know me better, maybe you notice I get all emo and ish when I am missing a car. It's weird, but I feel incomplete. I has some silly sense of attachment to my cars. I wonder what it will be like if I move to a place where I can't have a car. What then. What would I do?

Well, it's been a long time coming, but here is the update. I've had a lot of thoughts run around in my mind the last couple of weeks. A lot of them have to do with being content or complacent in my life. Life is awesome, don't get me wrong. But is this it?

I think I dream too much.