All I wanted to do was put in a new pair of headlights. Her old ones were too dim and were kinda dirty, so I thought a new set of HID bulbs and diamond-cut glass would help.
Putting the new set of headlights in was supposed to be a five minute job. Disconnect battery, unscrew out old headlight, screw in new one. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Four hours later, I've removed one out of eight screws for the headlights, all because She has to be a fucking fourteen year old bitch with rusty screws. The new headlights are nowhere closer to being in, and to top it all off, I've got this nasty cough and headache now that won't go away, which I got from sitting in a cold garage for four hours and from breathing in all sorts of chemicals (WD-40, this rust removal stuff - which I had to run down to Home Depot to pick up, and which took nearly an hour to find, after employees sent me from one department to another - rust particles themselves, etc.)
Ugh. And this isn't the first time I've had rusty screws fuck me up; I had to deal with them when removing the speakers and when trying to replace a parking light. For the speakers, I had to use a ratchet, and for the parking light Curtis from work had to jack up my car and get at the parking light from underneath and behind (again, what would normally be a five minute job took nearly forty minutes). In other words, I had to waste my time coming up with creative and unconventional solutions.
Ugh. I love and hate her, as I love and hate myself.
And ugh. I'm about to cough up a lung. Actually, I woke up with the cough this morning, but it was only minor then but it's major now.
Speaking of rusty screws and the title of this entry, bumped into Jason last night (for those unaware, the title of this entry used to be Jason's catch phrase; he was the one who first came up with it) and was sort of forced to hang out with him for a bit against my will. Perhaps more than ever, Jason is an asshole. I used to give him the benefit of a doubt, but no longer. He was in my car yesterday, and this morning I noticed half of the change (which was a substantial amount, say, $10 worth) in my ashtray was missing. Ugh.
Did other things today, too, like bumping into Marta and Ericson. But those can be gotten into later; I really should just go to sleep.