and see mr. votolato at hell's kitchen. that is, until i stepped on the gas to pass some old nissan on the freeway and heard terrible noises emanate from the engine bay of my fine german automobile. at full boost, my turbo is probably dying. that's a $1200+ repair. awesome.

as soon as i can get to a garage that is not full of workout equipment that no one uses, construction stuff, and whatever other garbage is in my way here, i'll be spending a few days inside the engine bay of my car, apparently.

so excited! (is it possible for words typed in an internet blog to be dripping with sarcasm?)