Worked. Sweat. Got pissed because I was sweating.
My car window sticker story: I scraped the sticker off the outside of my car's rear window because it was getting crusty and since it was covering a half peeled off sticker on the inside of the window, I had to scrape that off, too. The sticker crumbs made a big mess on the towel that I've had in the back dash of the car to protect it from the sun and when I moved the towel, it was so sun-rotted, it started to disintegrate so I had to throw it away. I should have just NOT TOUCHED ANYTHING.
So then I tried to take the small vacuum out to the car but it wouldn't quite reach the driveway and I was too sweaty to go looking for an extension cord so I drove the car around the neighborhood really fast with all the windows down hoping it would blow out the sticker crumbs from the back of the car and in the mean time, I kept choking from all the exhaust and oil stench I was smelling on the road (I normally do AC when I drive). And to make matters worse, the humidity was making my hair a big frizzy mess and it kept blowing in my eyes.
So anyway, I drove home, found some shades to put in the back window of the car until I find a new towel to match the car's interior and since I was so hot and grubby, I jumped in the shower and now here I am. Fuck.
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