One problem fixed, one problem anew. Fuck my life.
My phone is officially replaced but I need to do the same for my tires… Again. Okay, that’s an unfair statement. Everyone has to change their tires, eventually. I just assumed it would be another year or two before I had to worry about it but what I, stupidly, didn’t calculate is how many miles I’ve driven: at least 31,200 miles. And that is the minimum. I’m sure I’ve driven more than that. I just did an average bit of math for 5 days a week with 40 miles a day for 3 years. Quite a bit of work on my end. But fear not, I’ve developed multiple plans as to how I could go through with this. My main plan is to call Snappy’s in the morning because my step-dad is friends with the owner and said owner helped him get a good deal on my twin brother’s tires so I will ask him about helping me with a deal on tires. I’m really hoping I can get a deal. It is gonna be a bit silly to name drop though. “Hey, yo, my step dad (insert name here) knows the owner. Can I get a great deal on some new tires, please?”
On a nicer note, I did my second scene in Nigel’s vampire film and it went so smoothly that the hour that it took to film felt like 5 minutes. I’ve got a few more scenes and then I’ll be done.
I’m still, somewhat, working on the project about my dad for my nephew. I’ve hit a small roadblock because there are so few of dad’s friends that will answer my messages about remembering any stories about dad. I do need to type up everything that I can remember about him.
