Quick update while I frantically search all over Middlesex County for a piece of Louisville Cardinals apparel to wear for tomorrow's game against the hated Stanford CardinaL - use a fucking "s" you idiots - hoping not to jinx them so badly that they lose by 20. Anyway, I am now driving a silver Hyundai Sonata, which drives surprisingly well - until of course you realize you're driving a Hyundai and the blank stares from passersby are not looks of encouragement. I really love that we're having our first spring-like days of the year and I'm driving around with the windows down in something I wouldn't let my mother drive. God, I miss my car. The worst part by far, though, is how spoiled my car has made me with respect to listening to music. There's no Sirius in the Hyundai AND no way to hook up my iPod. The two minute drive between the rental company and my house while I was forced to listen to what passes for FM radio these days was easily the most painful two minutes in my life. How can you listen to that? Seriously, how does everyone not have satellite?
Anyway, the car does come equipped with a single CD player, so I grabbed a few recent purchases and listened on a 120-mile round trip excursion to Burlington, Gloucester, and Deptford, for work, the dentist, and a family dinner. On the bright side, I listened to Neon Bible at least five times through and I didn't have a cavity for the first time in about sixteen years. On the downside, wow - listening to the same songs over and over again really gets old fast. Has the iPod killed my appreciation for the album as art form? Clearly. I couldn't even make it through the entire You, You're a History in Rust without nearly nodding off. Of course, that could have had something to do with staying up until 1 am the past two nights to bitch on the Syracuse message boards. And it didn't help that my cell phone died in the warehouse in Burlington and the charger was still with my G35 and despite both having Verizon Motorola phones like me, neither of my parents had a charger that fit my cell. How is that possible? Seriously, how hard is it for fucking Motorola to make a charger that works all of its phones? They were exactly the same size! Those cheap motherfuckers. So I couldn't even talk on the phone during my drive home. Fuckers. And yes, in case you haven't noticed, I'm still pissed off about Syracuse.
That's all for today. Maybe a normal post tomorrow (South Park?), and then my March Madness running diary should be up this weekend. Go Louisville.