I've got about 45 minutes left in this place. I have to go to an airport run, due to our overbooked schedule. Doesn't matter. I like driving around and it gives me a break from the office. The downside is that I have to transfer the lines to my phone. That doesn't matter either, because I'm not going to answer it. I'm just going to let it go to voicemail.
I get to go to downtown to drop off those fools and then come back to the office to clean. At which point it'll be chill so I won't have to do much. Hopefully I get my Henry Rollins CD's. I think they came yesterday, but I don't think Sean checked the mail. He has the keys for the mailbox. I was hoping that the package (hint hint) would be big enough so they send it to the Village Cleaners (which is the dry cleaning service provided in this complex. They sign packages for people who aren't home and they leave a post it on your door notifying you that they have your package.).
Don't know what to do tonight, because one other thing that's in the mail is Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid. Really looking forward to seeing it. I think Sean's coming in later, so that'll be good. I can probably have him check it then. One good thing, too, is that I can go to the garage to pick up our car. We finally got it registered and insured, so we just have to smog check it and get an oil change.
It's a '96 Lincoln Town Car. It looks like a Mafia car, or a G-Ride. The car's been sitting in the garage for a while, so it's all dusty and shit and someone wrote in the dust, "Please pimp me up."
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