I'm awake way too early. Here I am at work, three hours earlier than usual. That, of course, corresponds with having gotten up three hours earlier than usual. And with trying to write "usual than early". Ungh. *sips coffee* (Actually, I was here at 8:30, which is 3:45 earlier than usual. I'm only just now getting around to complaining about it.)
So I'm walking out to my car in the parking garage after work last night, pondering whether I'm willing to pay the extra I'm likely going to wind up having to pay if I want the happy charcoal-grey interior and other bits of vanity that are only available on the S. I'm walking on the ground level looking down on my car below (the staff parking areas run slightly underground), and I thinks to myself, "Do I really want to do that?" and what had been hours of waffling was surprisingly replaced by "Yeah, I think I do."
So then I says to the car, "Hang on a second. Is it me who wants this, or you?"
My car is being kind of smug about it. Like it knew I would never really wind up buying that Nissan and now it can "reincarnate" and "grow up" at the same time.
So I'm walking out to my car in the parking garage after work last night, pondering whether I'm willing to pay the extra I'm likely going to wind up having to pay if I want the happy charcoal-grey interior and other bits of vanity that are only available on the S. I'm walking on the ground level looking down on my car below (the staff parking areas run slightly underground), and I thinks to myself, "Do I really want to do that?" and what had been hours of waffling was surprisingly replaced by "Yeah, I think I do."
So then I says to the car, "Hang on a second. Is it me who wants this, or you?"
My car is being kind of smug about it. Like it knew I would never really wind up buying that Nissan and now it can "reincarnate" and "grow up" at the same time.