I have my car back. The starter has been replaced, and the dealership actually gave the car back to me *fixed* this time.

I have taken the test for the National City position. I should be recieving a call either tomorrow or the next day about an interview.

I’m currently attempting to get in contact with , which is patently impossible. Damnit.

I’m about to go and get my two front tires replaced, because you can see the little metal bits. Heh. THESE two I’m getting replaced BEFORE they go flat.

Telephone interview with National City – Accomplished.
Written Test for Teller position – Scheduled. Tomorrow afternoon, 1:00 PM, Manpower.

Car diagnosed – dead starter. Will be fixed by tomorrow morning.

Still haven’t shaved or done homework. Naughty me.

I feel a bit guilty about the snow outside. I mean, everybody else wants sun and warmth and that sort of thing… and I rejoice at this kind of weather. So I feel a bit guilty.

I have warm tea, though, and that is comforting. Even though the snow is still coming down.

They said they won’t be able to look at my car until later today. Looks like I’ll be taking the bus to class or bumming a ride. Maybe ordering in food, since I’m out of groceries. No, wait, I have chicken. I can make lemon pepper chicken again. Heh. That solves dinner, but I dunno about lunch. Whatever. I’ll figure something out.

I’ll probably spend the rest of this morning on homework, reading Mage books, and finishing a letter to . I should shave, too.

My car won’t start. Nor will it take a jump. Not to mention, on this model, the battery is -underneath- the windshield washer fluid tank. So, it’s at the dealership. I’m thinking starter, since the alternator was already replaced since I’ve owned the thing.

It survived the ice storm, though. By the way, while it’s happening, freezing rain is the only winter weather that I don’t like. Once it’s done, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But even I won’t go out in it until the roads have been cleared, if I have a choice.

Though, I must say, ‘s play’s opening night was worth the drive. Even worth the turning into an old man while driving. “I know I’m going five under the limit!” Heh.

I’ve got today running over and over in my head, because I got the distinct impression that and were displeased. Let alone the part where Peter fell asleep. Granted, the session focused on Solomon’s character, but I really think that there were plenty of opportunities to get involved. Right now, the characters are all (with the exception of ‘s) interested in going off somewhere private to do most of their meditation and such things. His is about the only one comfortable to show others when he’s talking to himself. Heh. Literally.

The whole day was sleepy. I barely kept awake myself at some points. I ended up taking a nap because of a headache and periodic falling asleep during post-game movie and teasing. Woke up with the same headache I went to bed with.

Now, I’ve slept a ridiculous number of hours during the day, am totally awake, without headache, and stuck at my house. Sometimes I wish I could spin like to get out some of the shit that’s inside. Things and stuff, man.

My creative force craves an audience and approval from said audience. I’m not sure that I deserved the approval today, and it’s playing havoc with my underlying belief that I can do anything I set my mind to, and do it well.