Gas gauge was at the point this morning where I debate with myself whether or not to fill the tank before heading to work. I drove by a station selling diesel for 0.679 euro/liter and decided to fill it up – that’s the cheapest it’s been in a long time, I assume because weapons inspectors have been dispatched to Iraq and the war clock got turned back a couple minutes.
Traffic was light so I got to work early enough to write a post for Raising Hell about Gamma losing her glasses. Since then I’ve been busy, busy, busy. Work-style busy.
The novel’s making slightly more sense, Kundali Ballroom or not, mail me if you’re interested in looking at it.
hey! someone else who says “euro” as a plural. good. we’re right, everyone else is wrong.
remember kids: the plural of “euro” is “euro”.
I love the onboard computer my car has, because it will estimate the number of miles I can go before running out of gas. I don’t know how accurate it is, but I’ve gotten down to 1 mile a few times and haven’t run out yet. I’m really bad about running on empty. Car people hate me.