That sounds pretty good, Jesse.
Hil, someone was just telling me the other day that if the air in your spare gets low for whatever reason it'll turn the light on, so you might want to check that.
My car is not that smart - it'll tell me if a door is open or my seatbelt isn't fastened, and if the lights are still on after I've turned the engine off, that's about it.
I thought I'd swing by the PO and get one of those flat rate envelopes so I could just drop off the present I need to mail in the morning, but I could not figure out what size I need or if the pretty ones would work, so I ended up not getting anything there. But I did get some coffee, and got it ground, AND left it in the car so I am almost sure to bring it to work tomorrow.
PV=nRT!
OMG I have no idea what this mean. I quickly ran through Penis (in) Vagina = ineRT, then the slightly less crazy Pressure Valve = no Right Turn, before I gave up completely.
That is hilarious, Burrell! It's the Ideal Gas Law: Pressure times Volume equals the number of moles times the ideal gas constant times the temperature (in kelvin). Temperature goes down with no leak (qty of gas stays the same), pressure and volume go down, to apply it to Hil's tires (maybe).
I learned it at least three times (Chemistry, Physics, and scuba diving), I'm apt to spout it under the slightest provocation.
Penis(in)Vagina=(i)n(e)RT is awesome! Something about imaginary platonic ideals, maybe?
ZenKitty did a yeoman's job in going through my stuff and working with my awesome friends. Here's wishing her safe travels.
Yay Zenkitty! And other awesome friends!
So, putting 22 Jump Street on in the background while trying to pay attention to other things turns out not to work so well. My sides hurt from laughing.
Burrell, given when I blurted out pvnrt to the furnace guy, it sounded a lot like ' pervert' I'm adoring your interpretation.
Perverted gas laws! Love it.
Also YAY Zenkitty!
And big yay to the bar I was at yesterday--went with a friend who wanted to watch the Portland/Dallas soccer game, and it wasn't until this evening when I was trying to find my house keys to go to the gym that I realized I had LEFT MY PURSE AT THE BAR. Thank god, I called and they were like "Yup!" and I still had my car keys so I drove right over and they gave it to me. That would've been a HUGE pain.
