"Save My Pennies For A Rainy Day"

There's nothing like driving over rain-slick roads in the early afternoon to cheer a so-so day. What would've made it even better was if the CD the car had swallowed two days ago had actually popped out of the CD player when I hit it, but no dice. Last weekend, I learned that you hit something, then you unscrew it -- the two steps to fixing any problem. As soon as I get home, I'm snagging a screwdriver. Maybe even two screwdrivers. I can see it now, The Parents coming outside, and their stupid car is in pieces around me; it would be a surreal moment, I'm sure.

Speaking of surreal moments, I was cruising through the corporate district of Frederick today at lunchtime, and there was no traffic. A few cars out and about, sure, and I'm certain it would've qualified as "traffic" to some of my more countrified friends, but for Frederick at noon, it was like The Rapture had happened and the remnants were left behind in a Godless world to scuttle around for what we could. I'm a little glad such turned out not to be the case, because I would've been sad to have been left behind. Though upon more reflection, I haven't actually talked to anyone since then whom I'm positive would be caught up to meet God, so maybe my musings were correct after all. Though upon still more reflection, I don't believe in The Rapture anyway, so why am I wasting my time with this?

In conclusion, rainy Fridays are great, but not as great as sunny Saturday afternoons with nothing to do but be lazy.