The Punk Rock Tank.

I've been awake for around 26 hours, and on the road for around
twelve. But I got my damn car.

It's huge. It's black. It's got an enormous v8 engine and a four
barrel carb. It's got a fuel tank capacity of somewhere around 30
gallons. It's got power to spare, and a bigger engine than almost
anything out there.

She's Charlie.

She's mine.

Finally.

The Adventures Of Oliver.

I got Oliver's tail wet in the bath. He no longer recognizes it as
his own, and has been chasing it around for the last FIFTEEN MINUTES.

I feel HORRIBLY guilty.

I'm laughing anyway, though. I suppose he'll get either dizzy or
tired and fall asleep eventually. God, the poor cat.