No writing for the past couple of days. Part procrastination, part lack of focus, and a very large dash of overwhelming !fun with the car.
After a semi-breakdown on Thursday morning, the car spent the night at a mechanics for fixing. I picked it up late Friday afternoon, "fixed, hopefully". Turns out the mechanic was a little too optimistic: not ten minutes later found me broken down in a 701 zone. Of course the mechanic was closed by this point, so I had to have the car towed home instead of someplace where she could be fixed2. Blerk.
In other news, remember my search for suitable rabbit hay? I found some. And guess, go on, guess, who's allergic. Yeah. There's a reason it's called hayfever. I only have to look slantwise at this stuff and my entire face swells closed. I think I'd rather live with a fat rabbit than a lean, hay-fed rabbit.