So yesterday I was changing the oil in my car and then my father and I changed the oil in the van. I felt very manly because we didn't pussy out and go to a JiffyLube or anything. We jacked up our car and reached underneath and changed that sucker. Our hands got all dirty and I had to put my shirt in the laundry hamper thing.

But, goddamn, those mosquitoes kept bothering. Like once, I thought that a droplet of oil had fallen on my hand - this is why it was prickling. But, instead, a black and white mosquito was perched on my hand sucking away my blood. Then a little while later, I think the same mosquito was on my leg. Then my arm. Then my lower back where it was exposed.

So today, I have a ton of little itchy places that I know I shouldn't scratch but I do anyway. Stupid mosquitoes.

Tom wants me to think of fundraising activities for Common Grounds. Fuck. I don't know. Why am I the treasurer again? Oh, because no one else would. Suggestions, please.