i finally understand why my dad has such a gleeful look on his face whenever he tells me that he's washed and waxed the car. it's an irritating task (but is somehow perversely satisfying), probably made worse because i got it into my head to do the W&W at 12 midnight and couldn't see a damn thing.
i hope i didn't accidentally turn the car purple or something. :S eurgh ok will get up earlier to see what havoc i've wreaked on my dad's baby argh.
that said-- what a fulfilling day :) sewed and cut away at my piles of to-be-pimped t-shirts, danced, had supper with yuko tommy ellen michelle AND dealt with the car (which was a must-do after supper because all the birds in clementi suddenly found the cure for constipation in the gleaming surface of my car. (*^%$E#$%^&).
alright to shower to bed to sleep perchance to dream and to wake up and NOT be late.