Well, I'm waiting on the Auto parts store to open so I can go get some sandpaper. I'm looking in the gallery at folks fuel lines to see if/how they rerouted their fuel lines to accommodate their fuel filters.
I don't drink beer, plus it's too early. I don't drink coffee. Maybe I'll grab an energy drink and be on my way.
This is the result of my self fulfilling prophecy. Earlier this week, after I changed my clutch cable, my cousin came over and we were talking about all the things we hoped to accomplish on our 3 day weekend.
Ultimately, changing a freeze plug in my 78 F250 was at the top of the list. My cousin said, "well, that's one of those things that either it drops right in or you spend all day fighting it. But it's yours so we'll probably spend all day fighting it."
After he said that, I said, "well, that's just like the fuel filters on the bike I want to change. Sometimes they go right on, but sometimes it's a big ordeal cuz when you take the tank up you mess it up, then the fuel filters won't go right on, then you end up pulling the damn carbs and rerouting the fuel lines."
So, I basically claimed what happened last night before it even happened. Ugh.
Can't even drink a margarita until I get my French homework turned in (electronically)... or I'll mess that up too! Off on a tangent: who the hell makes midnight Saturday/Sunday morning a due date/time?

For all us procrastinators, that makes us spend our Saturday night working on homework. (Sure I can work on it Sunday in the day through Saturday afternoon, but it really isn't due till midnight, soooo.....) Usually I get it turned in around 8 or 9 pm, a couple of hours before the midnight due time..... But it frustrates me!
And then if I get the bike put back together, I can't ride today because of my French homework... AND we are due to get RAIN today....
For all you newbies, you may not know (the oldtimers here know) that I become a wining idiot when I cannot ride.... and that it is 10x worse when *I* am the cause of me not being able to ride.
I pretty much become a pouty whiny baby and it gets a little tense at home.... then I have to come here because no one else understands. No one.
I am a brat when I can't ride! How 'bout you?