Car Wash

I finally brought my Nissan® Frontier truck to the car wash located at the petrol station across the street from the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. For $13 and some change, the truck received a decent wash and wax job. I can't complain. There were still traces of bird dung, but I don't care. The dung is like hardened epoxy anyway.

Typical Car Wash Hottie

I parked the truck in the shaded structure in the mall. I liberally applied tire sheen, then walked to the coffee shop to procure an expensive cup of brew. Later, I returned to wipe off the tire sheen residue. Once done, I rode the bus to town and immediately headed for the gym.

I am still straining immensely to complete my workout. No, I have not returned to my usual level of rigor. I am seriously contempting a complete modification of my weight workout to that of "maintenance" only. My cardio workout has been restored, but there are some oddities. The most notable is that I no longer sweat as much. I am sweating about 75 percent less. Heart palpitations are also continuing.

When I returned to the mall, I found an incident report on the windshield of the truck. Apparently, someone had backed into the rear bumper of the truck. The driver was honest enough to call the police and file a report. There was a note requesting that I contact mall security.

Typical Smooth Hottie

I procured a delicious, albeit expensive, smoothie at the usual juice joint. I then spoke to one of the mall security guards. I told him that the damage on the rear bumper was already there. The bumper may have been pushed in a little more, but any new damage was irrelevant. If I was dishonest, I could have ended up with a new bumper. Oh well.

There's not much to report. The routine remains the same, with the exception that I have been viewing one "mainstream" flick (courtesy bit-torrent download) every evening. Frankly, I have pretty much exhausted the selection of acceptable flicks. I don't want to waste valuable time on mediocre crap.

Composing the "blog" has become a chore, what with the damned surveillance robot popping up with each new posting or revision. Surveillance always has a purpose. If and when I deem imminent danger, I am outta here.

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I have been experiencing general malaise. Almost my entire body is in pain (i.e., legs, lower back, chest, arms) every day. There is just no explanation. Physical degradation commenced about one month ago. Incidentally, the drunkard Tom has been consuming my medicinal wine. The entire $20 box (equivalent to about seven 750ml bottles) has been depleted in less than two weeks.