Apropos of nothing in particular, I got royally smited last night by the zombie goo that the fuel line inside a Chebby gas tank turned into. It wasn't enough that I was working on a fuel pump whilest lying in weeds on a muddy hillside. A lump of goo fell off in the dark, and I didn't notice it until stepping in it, tracking it onto the tarp I was lying on, then rolling my shirt and arm into it.

The arm cleaned off, the shoes took forever to clean, even with paint thinner, and I figure Jeff owes me for one used work shirt [long story] that just got tossed.

And you have important email, Mr Menace.

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Carry on, everyone else.