Car nurse

In case this whole PhD thing doesn't work out, I have an excellent future in automotives or differential diagnosis.

Last night, I was trying yet again to muster the energy and enthusiasm to tackle a few performance theory articles, Smokin' Fairy called me. He needed a paper clip. About 20 minutes, a couple paper clips, wire hanger and a sprawl of tool-like junk later, we were performing an ectomy on his sealed headlight. I held the flashlight, various tools while Smokin' Fairy put his mad video-game skills to use fishing out a small reflector. While I did not personally fix the patient, my possession of the right tools helped. And after many cold nights doing "mechanics" with Papa, which involved holding a flashlight absolutely still for long stretches broken up only by runs for more paper towels, I found this experience a bit more productive. If nothing else, because I never understood the need for half a roll of paper towels.

Afterwards, we celebrated our victory over Japanese technology and Chinese New Year while watching Lost/working on grades. I watch Lost with him; he watches Mystery Diagnosis with me, and laughs when I start calling it ahead of time. Sadly, I totally missed the plague diagnosis on House tonight, because the sleeplessness totally threw me off.

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