I didn’t know that working across the street from a car wash could constitute a health hazard, but this morning I’m being proved wrong. It’s all thanks to this:

Apparently the car wash is having a pre-Spring cleaning of some sort, and that truck is involved. If you haven’t had the “pleasure,” imagine someone humming one note in the low-tenor range right behind your head at very high volume for about two solid hours. There’s plenty enough subsonic activity to set the skull to throbbing, which means I’m in the process of growing a right fine headache. And here I am with no pain meds and no way to escape.

Lovely.

Happy gaudy heart-shaped decorations day.

EDIT: It’s amusing when one of the most famous companies operating today screws up their “trademark” custom logo for the day…

For some reason that makes me feel better. This probably indicates that I’m a bad person.