Oh well, you live and you learn.
My beloved Sheetz was out, I had to go to the Shell station. I didn't really care, as long as I found some gas. I lied about waiting it out--I actually began to stress last night when Chris' car also only had a quarter of a tank. All is fine, and we have gasoline.
Today I need to write my paper on Relationships among Vocal Jazz Improvisation Achievement, Jazz Theory Knowledge, Imitative Ability, Musical Experience, Creativity, and Gender (Madura).
Whoo. Can't hardly wait.