Editor's note - It was in Episode 5 of this very log in which I raised the question, 'Could we fix the economy if we legalized pot?' Tonight, the following headline appeared on Yahoo: 'Can Marijuana Help Rescue California's Economy?' Apparently lawmakers are considering just exactly that. Ha! I suddenly feel strangely powerful! Let's try this now: Could we fix the economy if we give Ken and Michiyo a billion dollars? (It's worth a shot.)
Saturday - Completed all three soffits. Arms constantly tired. M says I should get a massage tonight, but I say a bottle of good tequila costs the same, puts you to sleep just as well, and is good for 15 to 20 uses.
Sunday - Into the attic again to install the A/C vent and range hood duct. Am I pissed at having to squeeze through a 14" soffit again and again or am I glad that, at 48, I still can?
Monday - Range hood wired; pendant light wired. Plumbing should be completed this weekend. Getting so close to drywall I can taste it!
Tuesday - I want to go to church this Sunday. I do. I want to go and I want to sit right in the middle of the room and halfway through the sermon I want to stand up, look around, and I want to ask everybody there a question. I want to ask why, with his own son a carpenter, why on stinking earth would the Almighty design the world in such a way so that when a guy is looking for a Phillips screwdriver there isn't a Phillips anywhere to be found. Oh sure, there's like fifty regular screwdrivers I don't need a regular screwdriver, I need a PHILLIPS! But the real kicker comes later, when the same frikking guy in the same frikking house needs a frikking regular screwdriver, -poof-... like frikking magic, 'Oh there's all the Phillips screwdrivers, right where I looked before, but where are the regular screwdrivers?' Nowhere to be frikking found! I need an answer. Or maybe I just need a prozac.
Wednesday - No kitchen tonight, but I did get to see Jay Leno's car collection today in a hangar at the Burbank Airport. Our company is doing his floors and I was able to walk through. It's an unbelievable collection, even better than the Peterson Car Museum here in L.A., and I only got to see one of the six buildings he owns that are full of cars. They wouldn't allow me to take any pics so, unfortunately I can't provide any proof I was there. Y'all will have to trust me (a tall order, I know!)
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