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Car now makes worrisome *skrut* *skrut* noises when it goes over bumps while people are seated in the back. Peering at the undercarriage with untrained eyes reveals nothing super-obviously wrong. Noted: the skrutty corner is the krink'l-korner. Conclusion: now that I can legally drive my car again (I wrapped up this business *knocks on wood* Thursday morning) get that wheel well looked at ASAP. I will go to the garage I found by myself at the end of last year, that features inexpensiveness, and bizarrely cinematic mechanics. (Huh?)

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For me to keep in mind: my boss is now, I think it's fair to say, badgering me to get out and go to a conference or three. I have no ideas so far.

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Do you remember that animated cartoon that was a bartender telling a story to a customer about another customer, who is completely and permanently paralyzed by shock, because the bartender killed his magic flea, and now, out of guilt, keeps him alive by pouring beer and placing pretzels into his mouth? Just asking.