Thank shatner for "would you like me to remember this password"?

I couldn't do much if my computer stopped running my life for me. My bookmarks start, finish and punctuate my surfing days. It remembers my passwords and login names. It warms my hands on cold long hauls at the library. I love you, computer. 

I'm at my local public library, kicking it in 15 minute intervals: 15 minutes of concentrated thesis work, 15 minutes of, well, this. It's working so far. My new dilemma is this: I kind of want to go to the bathroom but that means either packing up everything I brought with me (ugh, I brought snacks!) or just packing up my computer and taking a chance, or waiting it out until I am so hungry  may as well go home, or so desperate to pee I may as well go home. First world problems, people. 

I went to my first demolition derby in Rockland. And wow, it was just, wow. It reminded me in spirit of an eating contest. People demolishing cars just because they can. It was super fun an unreal and I'd totally go again for sure. As long as it was outdoors. Here are the highlights:

* 2 cars burst into flames (awesome!)

* 4 wheels exploded off rims

* countless rads popped, spouting steam everywhere

* one car got rammed so hard it flipped over. They flipped the bitch!

* Bill Walychka was the guest derby guy and someone illegally and brutally rammed him so hard it shoved him through the concrete barriers. 

Totally awesome family entertainment to be sure, and a nice date for me and Rob after a week apart. 

Other things I've been doing:

* Rob and I installed a stainless steel sink and learned some plumbing tricks, including "slop more glue on that so it doesn't ever leak" and "let's just use the drill and be done with it". Needless to say, it works perfectly and we feel awesome. 

* We installed laminate "tile" in a kitchen, which took all day but went well and was fun. We really are getting a feel for budget renovation, and I'm learning my way around some power tools, which makes me very happy. A girl needs to feel comfortable with a table saw, you know?

* I'm not riding my bike as much, but I think it, along with most other stuff of mine is on hold until we move somewhere. We are both feeling really  sick of sitting around doing random projects, which means it's my turn to get a move on and write. It was good for a while and not it's getting anxiety-inducing. No one needs another semester to deal with all this. 

And that's mostly it. Booooooooooring. That's why I don't write. What do I do? Regular stuff that doesn't feel like my life so much as stop-gap life. I'd be telling wild stories about these same things if I were home (at MY home), but I'm not so it seems somehow flatter, more boring. I need to be busier. 

So, my obstacle awaits me. I will conquer!