fuzzy and i have a date tonight, at the vet. i put a lot of catnip in her carrier. we don't have alot of time to get in the carrier and back to town, so we need the drugs, really. and we'll see what's causing the baldness. poor kitty.
in other news, i can't find my glasses. anywhere. i'm wearing the dorky brown plastic ones from sophomore year. and i expect to be blind by the time we close.
i'm supposed to start moving tonight, and i'm supposed to go back to the car place too. the car people were really very nice about the headlight thing. and i went in last tuesday to get the bulb replaced...but they didn't have any. and so i went in last night, and four guys spent half an hour removing the light only to tell me they still didn't have any. and then another half hour trying to put it back together. i hope when i go back mr. nice guy is there because it only took him about 4 seconds to do all that same work last time. mr. nice guy had me comvinced, by the ease of his workmanship, that i could totally change the thing myself next time and save alot of money. but the fellas last night have me spooked. there were wratchets, and wrenches and tiny flashlights involved. they had a guy under the car handing tools to the other three guys while they discussed things like the difference of geo and toyota, replacing the lamp verses the assembly, and how the bulb looks just fine but actually it doesn't work. i think i smiled too much, because really it was pretty funny that i was causing all that trouble for a headlight, and i hope i didn't piss them off. because honestly if i could figure out how to do it myself i wouldn't have been bothering them, and although i know it's a dumb girl thing to do...i usually defer to car guy's knowledge. out of guilt. because i don't know how to take care of mr. car short of getting the oil changed. ie: the bucking incident thanksgiving of 2002. tune up, who knew? when the guys, or girls, come out with that palette of what all your fluids look like and what they're supposed to look like, i always do what they tell me. when the filter thing looks dirty, they replace it. i have no idea what's going on and i know it, and they know it. i'm a perfect target. it's sad really.