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    So, how much carbon monoxide is... well... bad for you exactly? What if it's mixed with outside air? Are we talking slow brain damage? Death? That's what they should put on the sides of bottles — stages of death and decline. Empower the user. That sort of thing.

    My car has been acting up. To put it mildly. It'll be going into the shop on Tuesday. I took it in to Midas today but they wouldn't work on. They have some sort of policy against working on cars which don't have catalytic converters. Mine doesn't. It doesn't because at some point or another it was preventing my car from running so someone took it out. They are very expensive to replace.

    When I got back from holiday there was a note on my car: "I love your car! If you ever think of selling please call me." Signed, Dan. A phone number and everything. The problem with selling it is that I'll just want another piece of shit classic car that breaks down all the time. Okay, I don't like it breaking down but... I do like the old stuff. A friend at work turned me onto this. Pretty silly, huh? But, kinda cute, no?

    We're thinking about getting a new car. Something that can go into the woods. We are going to do a bit of camping this summer. I'm really looking forward to it. We're toying with keeping T's Honda. We'd have three cars! Then I could really get under the hood of my car. Restore that thing! It's been awhile since I have had a garage. And, even when I had the garage my roommates would gasp in horror every time I started working on it. (Boys — sheesh.) It's so hard to work on the car here at the apartment. I have it in a covered spot but it's sandwiched in. Plus, it's just not pleasant to be working on a car in the dark and cold and rain. I'm going to hope and hope and hope that when we start looking for a house this summer that we'll find one with a garage.

    And this concludes Rambling Stream-of-Consciousness Theatre. What are the effects of carbon monoxide again?