I put in a new brake light fuse this morning and gently pushed down on the brake pedal with my hand. Since my head was down near the fuse box I could hear the new fuse break. So much for re-fusing. I took my car to the shop. After a whole afternoon of waiting (and getting a lot of things done around the house) I was informed that they had gotten out the mangled bulb and restored my brake lights to working order. My tail lights however, remain nonfunctional. Tomorrow I'll try the auto electric specialists. Tonight I did the route in the minivan. Slow and comfortable.

I do have some other things to write about, but they'll have to wait because I'm going to sleep now so I can get up bright and early to try to get my car fixed. That just sounds depressing doesn't it?

cds I listened to while feeling like a soccer mom: Mandible Chatter "Drinking out the Hourglass", Landberk "Indian Summer" and "One Man Tells Another", S.N.F.U. "The One Voted Most Likely to Succeed", and Sopor Aeturnus "The Vampire Sucking at his Own Vein"

now: Nurse With Wound/Aranos "Acts of Senseless Beauty"