I hate using computers other than my own. I’m at my brother-in-law’s apartment now, surfin’ the web while my wife and her sister-in-law are out shopping (or something). I’m wishing I’d brought a book to read, but I wasn’t planning on waiting here at all.
I washed my car today just before I came up here, and a huge chip of paint came off under pressure from the sprayer. There was already a very small chip in the paint, but I thought it was bird shit or something and held the sprayer really close, when a chunk about as big as a silver dollar just came off. Luckily, there’s still red paint underneath it, so it’s not too noticeable.