Memorial Day memories in the making

I'm sitting here watching the gray clouds roll in from the east, as the light of day is barely dawning. This house is so fabulous.

N8 (the guy from Clear Lake who has a tendency to show up, wildly drunk) knocked on my bedroom window at 5:00 (4:55, actually) and is now snoozing in my bed. He doesn't seem as drunk as he USUALLY is, but he was at the 128% of drunken obnoxious before he wandered off in there to crash.

I looked out the window when he knocked, saw his car parked outside, went outside to see if he was wandering around somewhere, couldn't see him - just his car, so I went back to bed. Twenty-five minutes later, I gave up, realizing that I wasn't going back to sleep. So, now I'm up. Another night of fewer than five hours of sleep.

Yesterday, Roland helped put the speaker wire under the carpeting - it looks SO much better. The stereo is still thunderous; we watched War of the Worlds last night, and had it turned up to about 55% - we couldn't talk in the living room. The sound was clear as a bell, and the glassware in the bar was shaking like crazy. Brian was helping with this project yesterday, and remarked that I get irritated very easily. Well, yes. When people do stupid shit, and then try to blame me for it, I get irritable. Peace and tranquility, my son. I get over it very quickly too.

That's one of the reasons that I don't often go to movies at the theater; I can watch them here at home, in staggering sound and .. not have to park?

Spent some time yesterday car shopping on the internet again. Every single thing that I look at (which is appealing to me, anyway) has a little column of black circles in the Consumer Report reliability ratings. This would mean nothing but frustration and annoyance, which is NOT what I want from my new car experience.

Perhaps a .. Toyota Camry? Ugh. That would be much like driving a loaf of Wonder Bread.