May 05, 2000
Big Pointy Teeth
As you might have gathered from the quotes, I'm not in a precisely cheery mood today. Granted, the Monty Python quote is kinda silly if you know the context, though. This has just not been a good week overall. I've been tired, cranky and out of sorts for most of the week. I didn't exactly get into a fight with a close friend, but we sort of (well, I sort of) did a distance thing for a bit. I got my feelings hurt over some trivial stuff, and as a result, stopped talking. Brand has been pretty under the weather this week too. This is where Lisa starts to seriously believe she's psychically linked to the boy. He has a bad week, I have a bad week. Independent of each other. I'm starting to think I can gauge how his life is going by how mine's going. I know how it sounds, but it's getting eerie.So. Wednesday night, I was driving home from work, after going to the grocery store. While I was on the highway, I heard what sounded like something hitting the bottom of my car, and all of a sudden the car started decelerating. I managed, amidst much honking of horns, to get over to the right hand lane and off an exit before the car stalled for good. After minimum hassle (yay, AAA!) I got the car towed to the nearest dealership and had to take a cab home. Ouch. $40 to get home, but I didn't have a lot of choice.
I wasn't able to rent a car, so I was stuck at home yesterday. I'm starting to realize how awful it can be to live outside Ann Arbor without a car. My transportation choices were take a cab or rent a car. The latter is cheaper. I rented a car today, after an amusing comedy of errors that left me walking all over Detroit Metro Airport in the blazing sun trying to find someplace that would rent to someone with no credit card. (Yay Alamo!) I got to work only an hour and a half late, and waited for news of my car.
Which I got, about an hour after getting to work. The grand total of the estimate is... everybody boggle with me here... four hundred dollars. Apparently I have a broken timing belt. My first response was 'wait a minute... four hundred dollars to replace a belt?!' It turns out that said belt is buried deep within the bowels of my hatchbacked beast. I don't have the money. Period. I'm probably going to borrow it from my 401K or some such. This doesn't include the cost of renting a car. Financially, I'm fucked. This scares me. I know I'll manage, but I haven't been in this tough a situation for a while. I had a lot of potential trips scheduled for this summer, I think they all just went down the drain.
Mrf. Okay. Enough about that. I'm also running Changeling again this weekend. Hopefully that'll be fun. I need something good to happen this week. Time to go plot more for that: "...death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth!" *insert maniacal GM laughter here*
And by the way, yes, my office got hit hard with the 'iloveyou' virus. I'm so glad I wasn't here for it. I suppose that's a good thing for the week. I think KT has the best idea for evening plans. If the two movies I ordered last week from Amazon.com (Labyrinth and Ladyhawke) have arrived yet, I may follow suit.
Posted by Lisa at May 5, 2000 02:43 PM
