So, there I was. It was around 10:30 at night, freezing cold outside, driving back from a friend's house. I was lightly buzzed and feeling good; my car had just gotten out of the shop yesterday, and it was running like a dream. It had been having an intermittent over-heating problem. It would run a little warm for a few minutes, then come back down to it's normal operating temperature. It wasn't much more than a nuisance, but I wanted it checked out and fixed. My biggest fear was a head gasket, but upon taking it to the shop, I was told it was nothing more than a sticky thermostat. I could expect as much from a car of its age.
I am up late. Again. But tonight, it's different.
So much has happened. So many hours have gone by.
I've made up my mind on the matter. I've had just about enough of this nonsense.