HOORAY.

I HAVE WRITTEN THE ENDING TO "GT."


IT IS PERFECT.



Now I just have to get, you know, the rest of the story there (I know what I want to say, I just do not know how to say it) before I change my mind and begin hating it the way I do everything else I write. TYPE FASTER.



Also, what? How odd! I have seen seven Corvettes in the last three days (five of them yesterday)! That is more than I have seen in the entire rest of the year! Most bizarre, one of them was that really pretty blue I think that page is hilarious, by the way, and it was directly following a white Mustang with blue stripes. I've mentioned before that I think "Wheeljack" lives around here somewhere, so that one wasn't as much of a surprise. Seeing the two right next to each other like that, though, made me raise my eyebrows just a teeeensy little bit. Alt-Verse is coming for me. (Is this a sign to write more of it, or to stop writing it immediately? Most curious!)

I am also fairly certain I saw a Pontiac Solstice. Silver!

Also, night before last - that is, the morning of the day I saw five Corvettes - I had a dream I was showing my brother how to identify a Corvette by pointing out features on my Alt Tracks. I also dreamed I was going to hate work that day, and surprise! It was awful. Precog dreams should go back to predicting awesome things, please. Not that me hating work is unusual these days, and not that five Corvettes wasn't awesome, because it was.