After my last pathetic and weak-sounding post, I feel like I should put up a palate cleanser or something.  I'm at a loss though....sorry.  (I'm also gonna go back and edit the shit out of that last post...it's too embarrassing!)

I will share this though, I got my car back from the body shop 12 days after they took it to repair the damage from the old man that hit me in the intersection by my work (asshole that he was).  Now my car has a new rear driver-side door and I even got  a new side mirror!  Don't worry, I didn't commit insurance fraud,  I paid for the mirror myself since the car was clipped while it was parked by an anonymous jerk at LAX who fled the scene a few years ago. Since then it's been held up alternatively by black gorilla tape or epoxy ('cause I'm classy like that). The new door and mirror look good. I need to get the car detailed though. The new paint looks a lot nicer than the rest of the car.

Anyway, they had to paint the new door to match my car, so I didn't think much about the awful way my car smelled when I picked it up.  I thought it was weird that it didn't smell like paint, but instead it smelled like a dirty wet dog. Bad.  I figured the smell would fade in a few days.  WELL IT HASN'T!!!!  I got my car back almost two weeks ago and it still stinks.  It's fine when I get inside, but when I start driving it gets stronger.  WFT?  It's not as bad as it was, but it's noticible.

I thought maybe something had gotten in somewhere and died while it was at the body shop, so I went about searching for the source.  I found nothing.  I looked under the hood, the seats and in the trunk. Nada.  I even had the guys who changed my oil and topped off my coolant this morning look. They didn't see a thing.

I'm truly at a loss. I figure it's too late to call the body shop about now.  Plus, I don't have the time to take it up there to be checked.  I'm sure you all will be on pins and needles about this, so I will keep you posted.

On another note...

I went to EC's last night.... It was fun. I had my first cocktail in about a month (since the last time I was there). Booze still makes me want to gag, so I nursed one Stella for the duration, I'm not even sure if I finished it. I had a good time nonetheless. I met a friend of Sam and David's, who was cool. (Calm down folks, he's married.). We all had fun chatting about nonsense and 80's movies. I'd told them I was planning on watching "The Burb's "and "The Money Pit" this weekend, so that started it all off. "Caddyshack", "Meatballs", "Fletch".....we talked about them all. Nerds that we were, quoting "My Blue Heaven" at a bar.

It was weird leaving EC's after not having a single margarita!

SDCC time again (sigh).

As much as I loathe to admit it, I'm a sentimental softie.

Every-so-often, I'm tempted to reach out to touch base, just to say hello or check-in with an old friend.

I am too old for this kind of thing, and far too mature. Clearly.

Anyway, as I always do around this time each year, for the next few days, I will be on a media black-out and trying to avoid anything and everything SDCC.  It all just makes me remember so many wonderful things and a time when my old hobby made me happy.  Now it just makes me sad.

**Anyone re-reading this will notice it as been heavily redacted. Sorry if you came here wanting to see my dumb entry again.**