I just changed the oil on my car, as well as changing a few key components in the electrical system.

I had left this electromagnetic switch in there, and it was slowly, constantly draining the battery anytime someone left the key switch on. Which was like every other day.

So I have been jumpstarting my car every other day.

And on the odd days that I don't have to jumpstart it, the slow leak in the front left tire has drained it completely.

So I'm either inflating a tire or jumpstarting the car or both anytime i want to use it. It's enough to make someone want to walk everywhere, or alternatively, go nowhere.

But I believe that some small things that enforce patience should be built into all of our lives. As long as they make us stronger but don't make us snap.

Anyways, the oil. As a testament to my incapacitated (due to illness) mental state, I made the biggest mess that was possible.

"Oh, I know, I'll pour gallons of oil into this already half-full quart can. That will go over (pun intended) well."

"Oh, let's spill oil all over the headers. And the exhaust manifold. How about over the entire engine block? Yeah."

You get the picture...