As I was booting my machine this morning, I decided to get my daily dosage of humour from a few different online comic strips I read. The little gem above (click on it for a larger view), made me really laugh.

So apparently I'm under a bit of stress lately. I mean, I knew I was stressed - about a myriad of different things, but I guess you never really pay attention to it until it kicks you in the ass and tells you to pay attention. Usually when it gets to that point - it can be embarassing. The starter on my truck has been trying to die on me recently - and so last night I decided to replace it. I was on the phone and the person I was speaking with asked if I thought I had enough time to do it (it was 7pm). So I walked out, popped the hood, gave it a once over and decided I could get it done before it got dark. To make a long story short, I pulled it out, went to Autozone & got a replacement, ran back home - and put the new one in. This must've been record time! I double checked everything to make sure it was connected up correctly, and then tried to fire it up. *click click vrooom*! Gah! What the hell? I replaced it with a new starter only to have the same problem! In my frustration I drove the Durango up to Autozone to get some "professional" help. As the guy comes out and looks at my truck, I'm explaining my problem, and pointing to the newly replaced part. He interrupts me, and says "So you replaced the alternator?" No, I say - that's the starter. He looked at me a bit odd for a second, obviously realizing I wasn't paying attention. Gently he says, No - you replaced the alternator.

I could only stand there stupidly (there was probably drool racing down my chin), while I stared at my brand new alternator, and the Autozone guy was pointing out to and obviously escaped mental patient where the starter was actually located.

I had so much on my mind, about so many different things, I couldn't recognize the obvious. And of course, since I was replacing the wrong part - everything went smoothly. Tonight, when I go to replace the actual starter, everything that can go wrong WILL go wrong. I remember thinking last night it was odd that Mr. Murphy was absent - and that things were going way too easy.

The more I consider posting to this blog, the more I'm beginning to realize this is nothing more than an online diary open to all to read. So why am I doing this?