“One must chose in life between boredom and suffering”

But what happens if they occur concurrently?

Not so fun weekend. I went home again… my mom insisted that I be there to wire her new house for surround sound. No more than an hour after I’m there and Guy backs over the left from end of my car with the Aviator. Perhaps I shouldn’t have screamed “CAR!” a few seconds before he hit… the damage would have been much more fun to look at. As it stands… I have a nice couple of dents to my left front quarter panel and bumper… the cost to get it fixed will probably be more than the car is worth so I think I’ll just let it go and put the repair costs towards a new car. The damage to the aviator is going to fun to fix too. The whole rear bumper has to be replaced (backup sensors and all)… to the tune of 3k.

The rest of the weekend was excruciatingly boring. I speced out the wiring for the sound system in about 30 minutes, went to my dad’s for an hour, then worked on homework ’till midnight. Woke up at 9, shower, etc, left the house at 11 to wire the sound system. Guy took his good olde time reworking my plans that we ended up using anyway. Finished at 4 after watching him fumble around for several hours, ate diner and now I’m home. I suppose there was some fun in all this in so far as I got to put together my new computer… although I can’t use it since I don’t have the graphics card yet.

I’ve intentionally left a few “interesting” things out… but I do have one question. Do women learn from birth how to be intentionally vague, awkward, and elusive (maybe evasive is a better word here)?