Im at Hollys. Theres this car in her neighborhood. Its alarm keeps going off. It lasts for two minutes. Then stops momentarily. Then continues for another minute. It does this every two hours. Its driving us nuts. We feel like taking a shotgun to it. Blowing the fucker to smithereens. Or dumping a can of paint on the car. Hollys mom has a bunch of paint cans in the basement. Im seriously tempted.

Holly is in the kitchen. Shes making snacks for us. Weve been cramming for next week. Its nice and cozy here. Im in her bed. Surrounded by this wonderful down comforter. Its so warm. Yet so light on my body.

Speaking of comfortable. My body was seriously hurting Tuesday. Holly picked me up after work. She was driving her moms 2002 Cadillac Seville. We went for enchiladas. Got lost. Drove around for nearly an hour. It was the most pleasureable ride Ive ever experienced. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. A very theraputic ride. All of my pain disappeared. Pure heaven. Cadillacs. Thats why theyre so popular with the elderly. Theyre pure heaven.