Here I sit again, staring at my monitor, drawing a blank. Why was it so easy to write last year, and now I find the writing toilsome and the reading blah? Too much work and not enough play? Do I no longer see things with a writer's mind? Maybe it's just the anticipation of eating that room-temperature 7-layer burrito that's distracting me...

Hmm, I'm out of things to say. Let me see...

I put my truck back together today! I didn't get it fixed. I got 95% of the way there and couldn't get the last little bit. Kind of frustrating, mainly because this will delay my new lens nearly one month (because of the cost of repairs). I got 98% of it back together and I hit another dead end. I was missing a nut and washer. I searched high and low for it. I used a magnet and poked around all over under the hood, thinking it may have fallen down in there somewhere. Then I looked some more. I covered myself in grease crawling around looking for that thing - never did find it. My best guess is that a rodent ran off with it during one of the 3 weeks it was laying on the floor in the garage. Unfortunately, I can't drive my truck without this little detail. So my truck sits in limbo. This is really getting on my nerves. Seems like it's costing far more money than any Toyota should...

But my burrito just walked through the door (in a sense), so I'm going to go eat my (now cold) 7-layer...