Kaboom!

Well, I managed to overheat and destroy my sixth Saab last night. I was coming back in to work to deal with a late-night update that had to be done at the last minute... the white Saab overheated as I got to work, and when I came out at 1:15am, the engine just spun with no compression, which usually means the head is warped and the gasket blew. Penny came and rescued me, and took me home. She finally got home at nearly 5am, so I owe her millions of favors. Or at least eight hundred.

The other Saab is back in action, and I am waiting for AAA to come and take the white one up to its usual service place. This is my chance to finally get everything worked on, so that I can take the gray Saab offline and work on it for a while. Steering, suspension, some performance stuff, get it all done and drive the thing for another quarter-million miles.

I talked for a long time to Melody last night while I was waiting for stuff to run here. We started out in IM, but she rapidly got frustrated with IM and wanted to talk to me in voice. The more I talk to her, the more I realize I've already fallen in love with her and the more she seems to realize that we're stuck with each other. I would, I think, like to make love with her. Soon. Not just for the sake of sex (realistically, I don't miss it just now), but because it's another part of our relationship and I think it will be a very, very good one.

I still cannot believe what a whale I have become. I am appalled and am taking immediate action to become smaller. Tape measures do not lie. I went over and got measured for a tuxedo for the formal dance Melody and I are going to on Saturday (she refers to it as "going to the prom") and they are fitting me with a 50 jacket. Fifty! Holy shit. I used to wear a 42. Ack!