July 29th, 2010


Sometimes, I don't know how I do it...

weather: sunny
outside: 20°C
mood: ...
Continuing on the not-exaggerated analogy of Work:

Apparently, aside from the heart transplant, a clot also had to be removed from one of the major arteries in the area that the partially remote surgical team only saw once they started.

And then, the driver's appendix burst.

As foreshadowed by the bumble-bees previously, the owner of the car sold it, mid-race. The new owner had to have the car re-painted yellow and black immediately. The lawyers demanded all logos on the body of the car to be swapped out. The new owner's wife insisted a pink breast cancer ribbon be tied onto the antenna.

All the while without stopping.

Final lap. This weekend.

We're required to win this race with the driver alive.