Science at Work

While my overall talent with Photoshop is Neanderthalic at best, I am progressing.

I leave for Tucson in five days, so anybody who's as concerned as I am that my car won't make it can send me two thousand dollars, just in case. I've never driven for longer than three hours total, so twenty-four hours in two days is going to, in so many words, blow chunks. I'll have to be sure to make numerous Mt. Dew pit stops, lest my caffeine levels dwindle and I begin to hallucinate that Joel's car is a hovercraft.

Pope Benedict (or Bennie Boy, as I like to call him when we hang out playing Scrabble on the weekends), if you're reading this, the ol' Ford Tempo could use a protective blessing. Danke, mein Vater.