Yesterday was the most incompetent day of my life. I tooled around for a bit with my dad, shopping for body shops. After he left for work, I sewed up a jacket and attempted to solder some crap. I must have inhaled too much solder or something, because for the next 3 hours I couldn't do a damn thing right. I started by spiling coke, tea, and anything else I could get my hands on all over the floor, carpet, walls and ceiling. I even managed to break a bottle of Baileys all over the kitchen (luckily it was almost empty, and no, I wasn't drinking any of it) and proceeded to clean it up with a dust mop, which was incredibly ineffective. I barely trusted myself to eat my grinder for dinner. I was smacking my hands into walls, droping things, couldn't find a single thing I needed in the house; I'm suprised I managed to keep breathing! Then, after these wonderful 3 hours, I was expected to drive my clumsy ass up to San Luis through the thick ass fog that collects on the coast (around Santa Maria I could barely see 100 yards, maybe 6 road dots ahead of my face). So I made the decision to wait on that a bit in hopes that I'd stop being such a frickin gimp. Since I'm here to type this up, it appears the gimptitude wore off and I actually managed to survive the drive. Go me.
