Mr. Mascara got me up this morning by by asking if I wanted to come along on a few errands in the city. And I'm like, "Sure. Funtimes!"

Turns out he wanted me to drive to San Francisco while he worked on his laptop (hello and welcome to Silicon Valley). Now he's holed up in some ancient warehouse where they have a bunch of tools he needs for his shoemaking (engineers and their hobbies, it's complicated). And I'm in the car because BORING.