Sometimes, nothing bothers me more than the incompatible timelines in the Transformers universe. Comics lines, TV lines… The War Within, G1, G2, Beast Wars, Beast Wars II, Beast Wars Neo, Beast Machines, Car Robots/Robots in Disguise, Armada… shared characters, names, attitudes… but not a shared universe.

There is no shared history.

I’m just on this side of reeling, and it feels good. The slightly dizzy feeling of spinning around and around, but not with the terrifying lack of control over myself.

My dear tortured automobile has finally been released from its prison, and is running better than it was when I purchased it nearly two years ago. I am grudgingly giving the dealership some respect, though I’ve been through the ringer in this whole situation. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced the face to the car’s stereo. If I ever find Murphy, I’m going to sic on him.

I have an application submitted for a retail position, with standard retail dumbness, but it’s a job. I plan on getting up in the early morning tomorrow to head down to Trade Development to get more leads. Good news on a similar note, is now gainfully employed at a specialty toy store.

Off to do laundry.

I have a lot of random thoughts going through my head right now, unfortunately 99.9% of them are non-verbal, and are resisting the attempt at metamorphosis into verbal thoughts. As such, they won’t be listed here. Heh.

Yeah. . Wow.

This is Independent Technician David Crampton the First signing off. May Server protect us all.

Have you ever been to the Great Lakes Diner? It’s a fantastic place here in Lansing. I’ve just come back from a visit there with my parental units, and things are pretty good. They could be better with my financial situation, but things are definitely looking up.

There’s this red and purple mark on my neck. Right where my neck meets my shoulder. I’m grinning, and that’s all I have to say about that.

I think I’ll begin re-reading the Wheel of Time now, as the release date for the new book has been pushed back until January. The bastards.

Last night was just what I needed. Fit the bill. Squared with the universe. Bitch-slap received and acted upon, sir. The feeling of being on the right path, and actually putting my feet on the pavement, one in front of the other, is resounding throughout me. Yeah, good night.

I have asked, and I have received.

Mega e-mailed me, requesting me to sign a nullification of contract form. Looks like I was right about them leaping before they looked.

Greenstone FCS, some financial firm, called me this morning for a phone interview for a help desk position. In reaction to the sheer amount of resumes that I’ve been submitting and the fact that I had no idea who these people are or which position I’d applied for, I have scoured through my outgoing email log and tracked most of the jobs I’ve applied for in my steno notebook. Including two more I applied for today. By the way, I’m expecting to interview with Greenstone next week.

My car will be done today, according to the tech. One more call at 4:30 to make sure I get to pick it up before they close, so I can have it for the weekend. I’m not surprised that the two major computer boards in the system finally blew. I’m also not surprised that they blew a week after the hard drive in my PC died a clunking death.

There’s more reasons that I’m grinning, but there are loose ends to tie up first.