More thoughts
Yankees lost. Ugh. They made a ton of little mistakes that just added up, and at the end it seemed like they quit. We'll see if they were just having a super concentrated shitty series tomorrow when they're home against Oakland. I sure hope so.
It's fun as hell to drive a 2x4 truck. I really like the V6 in this particular F-150 because it's a lot lighter than the V8s... and since it's already a couple hundred pounds lighter in front with the plain RWD the truck is well balanced and not underpowered. With 4WD I would definitely at least upgrade to the 4.6L V8 and probably toss a few hundred pounds of sand in the back to help the balance, but that's another story. With maybe $800 in bolt-ons I could get a big increase in power and torque (and gas mileage if I took it easy on the throttle... HA!) from the V6 and make it even more fun, though I'd definitely have to keep a few bags of sand tied down in the bed to prevent too much wheel burning. I'd like to take on that project some day, but the truck I plan on buying in the spring is most likely going to be an early 90s Silverado with 4WD and the 350ci V8. I'll take an F-150 if it's a significantly better buy, but I really want a Silverado.
It's funny how finding a little thing out about someone can totally destroy your respect for them. I've spoken of Rachel before, and she was always someone I had a lot of respect for and held in high esteem, but as of today... not anymore. I'm not going to go into many details why, it's just the way it is. Makes me feel sick, almost betrayed, and I hate it. The sooner I can forget about her the better, basically.
I haven't written anything more (in fiction) since I wrote that post about how I was starting to write again. I wonder if I will ever be able to. Since I've been looking more at the possibilities of predestiny or fate or some higher being lately, I guess I could say maybe it's not my time to write, but that sounds like a total copout. Maybe I just suck.
I'm confused by my relationship, or not, with Erin. That's my ex, if you're just tuning in. Today she text messaged me when she was worried about me because of a lot of fire trucks and police and such blocking my street entrances, and a few messages back and forth later she called and we talked for about 2.5 hours. It wasn't even weird. I feel a bit like it was one of those random one-time deals that happen sometimes when you don't talk to someone for a while, but only time will tell.
I had very strange dreams last night. It's entirely possible they were so odd because I was sleeping in the basement on the futon, being too effing tired to come up to my bedroom and get the bed ready and all that crap. I was cold all night because I slept in my clothes with just an afghan to wrap around my legs and I woke up at least three dozen times. I only remember choice bits of the dreams, but the Olsen twins were in there as terrorists on the plane me and my team of some kind of agents or whatever were on; they hurt the plane and we had to emergency-land on a highway. Crazy stuff. I have unrelated, vague images of the statue of liberty, another flight without enough seats, and a girl. I think we were a couple, and I can actually feel on my hands the way her pink pleated cotton shirt felt when I held her in the dream. Beyond that I couldn't tell ya what happened, but it was a fun dream. I hope I have another like it tonight.
On that note... I'm bloody tired again. It's way past my bedtime; I already tried to sleep once, right after the Yankees game, but I couldn't make it happen and I went driving instead. I'm going to kick the crap out of the God of Wakefulness if he doesn't let me go this time, dammit! 'Night, y'all.
