My world consists of reading books and writing papers. However, this weekend, I did something manly. I finally changed my headlights. You see, one of them had been out since MAY. So, stubborn as I am, I didn't drive at night over those SIX months, just because I didn't want to change the light. Ha. (To be fair, my car was across the country, not being driven, all summer.)
I know that changing headlights is on the same level of difficulty as oh, say, pumping gas, but I really felt a sense of pride and accomplishment in finally doing it. From walking around Pep Boys, refusing to ask for help so that I could figure it out, to getting my hands all dirty, to successfully removing and replacing the lights...I felt like a dude. Kiiiinda sad, isn't it?
Oh, I took a drive that night, just to bask in the glow of my accomplishment.
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