Crap. Need to do stuff.

Before the end of the month— or, more appropriately, like this week. Oops.

• Hop to vet. Rabies, rattlesnake, heartworm.
• Car to Dodge dealer. Fix auxiliary cable and explain funny sound related to tire movement.
• Car to get brakes looked at.
• Car to get tires looked at.
• Car to get inspected.
• Clean inexplicably junky house.
• Make doctor appointment.
• Figure out something brilliant but not overpriced to give Julie for her 24th. 25th? Crap. I fail. I'll bet money on 25th.
• Determine some way to cash excitingly large yet British check from Richard's Granny. Deposit in savings whilst understanding it'll probably all be gone by September on immigration fees. Oye.