ok, I wake up at 3 am, which I usually do every night for some stupid reason. but this time it was from a bad dream and I couldn't go back to sleep. I?m laying there, tossing and turning, kicking the blankets off, and cussing to myself and just when I?m on the cusp of knocking out again I hear the ghetto boys "my mind is playing tricks on me" ring tone reserved for my close homies. I look. it's Henry. he's drunk by himself in Vegas so he wanted to tell me about it. good ole' dtb. ok. back to sleep. 7am gotta wake up and get to the office since the editors of project car (me, myself, and I) and the art directors have to ship project car. jump in the nsx, traffic was whatever. get to the office; everything is ok...so far

as you read in my last post, I'm trying to sell my g35. but since it's been sitting on crap ass g4 forever, the battery is dead. good thing I brought my portable jumpers with me. for lunch, I wanted to buy everyone sandwiches and whatnot from panera (my mom's favorite place) since they're all working hard to get the mag out. plus, it's rare to have people in the office on Friday. we placed orders yesterday, but they said anything under 100, they wouldn't deliver (we're up to $70). I called in two more orders from Alan and cater, but the idiot who answers the phone just puts me on hold for 15 minutes. When lunch time came, I grabbed shrek to go with me, and I figure I should take the g35 and drive it around to charge up the battery. I use the jumpers and it's good to go. I put them in the trunk so Elliott has room in the front, turn on my lights (since I'm in the garage) and the car dies. Now I can't pop the mother f'en trunk cuz it's electric. I try to use the stupid 6-inch wide pass through to get it to the back seat, but there was no way it was fitting. I run upstairs to get carter's keys and borrow his jumper, but it's not strong enough. So I just leave it on to give the battery enough juice to pop the trunk to get mine out. Back in business.

We drive up la ciennega and there is mad traffic cuz of construction. Ok, la ciennega sucks enough as it is. Is it really necessary to close down 3 lanes in the morning? It's kind of hot, but now I'm scared to turn on the a/c in case the car dies in the middle of the road. Then I'd be the a-hole. We make the 8 mile trek to west, west, west la and didn't see panera and can't make a u-turn until we're way past the airport. Then no u-turn to get into the front door. We go in, and grab the food. Come back out, car is dead. Use the jumpers. Won't work now. We're screwed and everyone's food is in the hot backseat of my car. Yes. Sun and mayo, the winning combination. This one dude rolls up in his truck and offers a jump. Thank god for good samaritans. It won't jump with just his car, so I slap the jumper back on and we're ready to go. Undo all the cables, and the car dies again. Mother f'er!!!! I flag the dude down again, and we do the same deal. I crank up the setting on my fans so they don?t kick on too early and drain voltage. Car starts and we're heading back to the office not knowing if we're gonna get stranded in the middle of the street like a couple of idiots. Ok, we only work for car magazines.

We get to the office, and there's an order missing. Turns out, it wasn't even put through so I gave up mine to Bern and went to get a new battery and some McDonald's. sweet. $200 for a mushroom burger when it's all said and done. Why would I want a kick ass turkey and bacon sandwich with a chicken caesar salad when I can have a greasy burger, fries, and HI-C?  

Downstairs to the dungeon to change the battery. It's hot and smells like crap on g4. no joke. Plus these all this stuff on the floor like old toilet paper or something that sprayed out of the septic tank pipes. Talk about health hazard.

I don't know who designed the battery tray/box for the g35, but I want to punch him/her in the stomach. It doesn't even come out. I had to pry all these panels and brackets off just to get it to somewhat come out. Drop the new one in and have major issues with the tie down bracket. Whoever invented those hooks is an a-hole. They never go back right. Anyhow, we shipped like 67 pages or something, my arms are all cut up, and I'm all sweaty. The worst part, its only 4:15 so I can't wait to see what's in store for me next. Oddly enough, I'm not even pissed off about the whole day so far. I'm not even slightly upset. I figure *** happens and it is my own fault for trying to drive the G with a dead battery.