The day we haul the AC out of the basement and shove it into the bedroom window is a bad day. It is the first of many many bad days, rolling out before me like a nightmarish esophagus of sweaty wretchedness. Also there is a hole in my sock. What am I, a hobo over here? And the thing on my car broke again, the thing that lets me step on the brake to release the thing that lets me put the car in drive? I.e., the thing that needs to be fully operational for me to drive the car even one inch? I.e., the thing that broke last October during my honeymoon and then again a couple years ago in Amish Country, like the fucking Amish had the technology to fix it? Hey, today: SIT ON IT.