Man, University of Michigan's football team really sucks this year. Eight losses? I actually made pained little noises while watching them ("Oh, jesus, you did not just drop that pass. . . .").
My car is newly pepped, though. And despite the fact that I saw my car, sans battery, with my very own eyes, my car radio didn't require the keying in of the special code that sent me driving to the South Side the last time I had the battery changed. Strange.