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Chapter Information
Or lack thereof....
So yes, I'm sitting here, about to nod off after a rather physically exhausting night, and then I glance over and see that my laptop has not been touched in awhile. That line of thinking also goes towards the chapter.
Confession Time!
I have done somewhere between zero and point-zero-one of work on the chapter in the last while. My thoughts moved elsewhere at the start of last weekend, and by Wednesday, all was lost.
Yes indeed, I am slowly learning how to drive. An odd statement coming from an admitted nineteen year old male. By the time the average person hits my age they've already competed in drag races and fought to the death on "Dead Man's Curve" up on old McGreggor's Canyon. Unfortunately for me, I decided to skip those simple, lifelong excursions and simply rely on others for my transportation needs.
I'm no stranger to these beasts called automobiles though. In fact, throughout my High School life I participated in the Automotives program that was offered (though admittingly since it offered some easy credits in order to graduate, that might have enticed the deal), where I took apart and put back together again, many important facets of the modern car. There were problems.
Yes, one of the more amusing stories from my youth involves a car I had been working on that belonged to a teacher. Let's just say off the record here, that said car's drive shaft was not reassembled in the prescribed manner (despite the fact that the automotive instructor oversaw this process the entire time), and then this teacher who owned the car then took it out onto the freeway. After that, let's just say an accident occurred, where let's say hypothetically, that the entire rear axel of the car tore itself apart, and the teacher's car careened into a ditch, where it narrowly missed falling into a nearby lake.
The problem I suppose with my deciding to learn the intricacies of actually operating one of these behemoths, is that I chose to do so now, at the beginning of winter here in Edmonton. It's already snowed in the last week, and this has not helped my nerves when driver's notice that I am in fact a Learner, where they then proceed to do everything possible to make me crash and kill both myself and the instructor. Jerks...
Add to this, once the temperature drops below -5 degrees celcius at any point, I become a sniveling wreck, unable to stop my teeth from chattering and knocking together while I vainly wrap blankets around my beleaguered body.
Some rather unfortunate attempts at embracing this cold weather have left me with a severe flu, one of which has actually managed to take away my voice. I can only emit struggled squeaks and horrible hacking coughs that sound as if my larynx has been caught in a vice. Woe is the one who must ask me a question, for it takes nearly ten minutes before they can understand my hand gestures. When my sister asked me where I had put my PSP, I drew elaborate maps in the air with my hands, hoping that she would catch on, but unfortunately it was not to be, so I had to rouse myself from my pitiable state and go on a manhunt for it.
I have a few days off now, and while it stands that I will likely dedicate most of my time trying to understand the intricacies of a stick-shift, and perhaps concocting a homemade remedy that might return my voice to me, it is also likely that I shall stay bed-ridden, and turn my dashed hopes to writing, which I have been dying to do.
Well, I suppose this hasn't been much of an update. I really need to catch myself up on all the other fanfics floating around on the site, I feel as if I'm being overtaken in a race that I didn't even know I was a spectator of.