Maybe in November I will specialize in two-letter post titles. Zb. Or something like that.

Car ate $115.00 today for license registration and then wiper blades at $37.00. Thirty-seven! Cars have to learn to heal themselves. But gas is now at 89.8 cents this evening and dropping fast. It went to 92.9 from 95 something last Friday. I saw it go down at a Shell station as I waited for a light. It was like living in a Walmart ad without all those annoying yellow happy faces. So gas, which once cost $56.00, costs $35.92 now. Just weeks ago. Woo. So what I am going to with that extra money after six weeks when I have made up for the blades and annual fee? Insurance. Hoo-ray.

So it appears that I really need a good showing in Wednesday's lotto. I know people who do not buy tickets and all and others who say things like tax on the idiotic. But I would concern myself a lot less with the price of wipers if I won...just once. Why not? I don't think a second lotto win would ever cross my mind. And I am ahead. I think I am the only guy I know ahead. I have bought about 124 bucks worth of tickets and have won about $196 in return. I have a plan. It has worked so far. But, frankly, it is now time...