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A hiterto unmentioned in this space friends of my brother's, Juan, and I spent very nearly every usable waking hour this weekend lying on the floor of my garage against sub-zero concrete replacing the fuel pump in the beast. Considering he was under no obligation whatsoever to help me out and that I could not have afforded to get it done otherwise, I am grateful literally beyond my ability to express, though I hope taking him out for dinner yesterday was at least a start. I also informed him that he's entitled to free tech support for the foreseeable future. We're both hardware people. I have my computers and he has his diesels.

Finally, after probably well over eight total hours of work, we got the truck off the ramps and jacks and down into the street where we found that the parking brake is stuck on. I still can't go anywhere with it and I don't even know how I'm going to get the damn thing back into the driveway, especially considering that I can't afford to buy any more parts since, after all the expenses on the fuel pump and not having paid any bills yet this month, I have approximately twenty bucks to last until I get paid again. I'm so very lucky to be car pooling.

I've also realized that I just can't do that kind of mechanical work any more with my wrists as they are. My arms were amazingly sore last night after holding up the gas tank and other sundry associated tasks. Andrea just left for her dance class and I called my parents, hoping to find someone to talk to and hang out with to destress and relax, but my dad isn't feeling well either and I'd forgotten that my mom works late on Mondays. My brothers, I expect, are out with various friends, so they're not around either.

I think I'll stuff myself on frozen burritos and grape juice and go to bed. serinthia, I'm so sorry I haven't emailed you yet. Things have been really crazy and I haven't managed to be in quite the right frame of mind to write something useful and I feel really bad about that.