baby you can drive my car

9:29 p.m., Mar. 10, 2004

Hola amigos! It's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but I've been busy cruising in my new wheels.

It's true. Keith's dad worked for GM and gets a major discount on cars, so his parents graciously offered to not only apply their discount to a new car but to also pick up the rest of the cost. So Keith went to Ohio, traded our (ahem) fly hoopty, AKA the Grey Ghost, for $200, and came home with our sporty new car.

It is wonderful. You can tune the stereo in the steering wheel. There's no way for me to break the cup holders. I don't cringe whenever I break in fear of them giving out. I can't get over just how ... sweet a new car is. And I am exceptionally grateful.

In other news, I've been working a lot. And not getting enough sleep, which is unusual since I'm a champion sleeper. The latter is the fault of re-reading Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale," the scariest book ever. Seriously, it's so chilling that going back to reading "1968" is going to feel like reading Dr. Seuss.

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