Friday, April 29, 2016

The Car That Wants To Be Buried.

I'm having popcorn and diet Pepsi for lunch; maybe it'll speed up my demise from this planet, which I am beginning to look forward to. I drive a 26-year-old slug bug. It's really a Plymouth voyager, but it acts like a slug bug. If it doesn't want to go anywhere, it spits out all it's antifreeze all over the garage floor. I just paid to have two hoses replaced and now it's doing it again. I was just going to go buy some food, but that can go on hold. So popcorn it'll be. Of course, I also have a medical appointment this afternoon. When I become rich I am going to have the food delivered to me on a silver platter, and the doctor can visit me.