Let me get this tangent out of way at the beginning. I’m listening to DJ Suppli (hee!) spin on the podcast of last week’s show. It is as good as I thought it was. Better, maybe.

Also, if you’re into DubStep or DnB, there’s an event in Detroit that you might like. It’s called Positive, and the details can be found here. I highly recommend going.

So, I bought the car. :) It has been licensed, registered, and tagged with a locator beacon for the black helicopters that the government is using for mind control with technology borrowed from aliens.

Er…

*straightens tinfoil hat*

I took it to a trusted mechanic today, and thankfully the engine and transmission look to be prime. It needed a new battery, a new serpentine belt (both original!), and a replacement bulb on one of the side blinker lights. There’s a laundry list of things that will need to be worked on just before and/or during winter, but those can wait until I have income.

Oh, and I put on new wiper blades this morning. The old ones needed to be replaced like woah.

The good news is that it’s approved for travel, safety-wise. Even better, I have a job interview/”come in and talk with us” on Monday at a web hosting company in Lansing. This coincides nicely with some plans that I’ve made for Sunday, so it’ll likely be a two-day trip.

Now, I’m thinking of going out to the porch to watch the rain and wind.

Deposit put down on a fuel-efficient, (hopefully) reliable car. It’s a blue 1999 Pontiac Sunfire, and it drives like it just came off the lot. It’s within my price range, and works.

Everything should be final on Thursday. Of course, gas is expensive, so I’ve got to be careful about how I plan my road trips, even with a fuel-efficient car.

Next is a job in a place that I’d like to live.

I am Scruffy McNeedsAShave. Just so’s ya know.

I am missing public transportation like a fiend. I only borrow my mom’s car rarely, as the enormous keychain is a natural Dave-deterrant. I need to start scanning the classifieds for cars soon. Without a regular paycheck right now, even J.D. Byrider is not an option. I don’t foresee too much difficulty, though.

Getting out of the house and getting things done makes for less crazy in my head, though not by much.

Last night, I dreamed that my parents surprised me by taking me to a park to meet with some people. The going to the park was not a surprise, but the people there was. It felt like some sort of birthday celebration. Grandma and Grandpa Bean were there. Great Aunt Della Henderson was there, and so was Great Uncle Bob. Our dog Tipsi was there, too, and he wasn’t being grumpy at all. Just as the dream was ending, and her mom, Jean, were pulling up. I didn’t realize until after I woke up that most of the people in my dream had passed on. I was so happy to see them, but at the same time, I had never wanted to see Buddy so much in my life. I woke up with the intense desire to go back to sleep, and force Buddy into my dream.

Gee, I wonder if Samhain is around the corner. Heh.

I dreamed about being in college dorms. As is typical in dreams I have about school, I got lost. My dorm was switched on me while I was gone, and my stuff was mysteriously moved from the old to the new. My glasses had disappeared, and I had to keep going through different pair only to realize that I’d already found my pair, they just needed a bit of cleaning. And, for some reason, I’m always trying to find a place to take a shower (Shaw Hall had large bathrooms/shower facilities for every floor, not a bathroom in every room or suite) and can’t.

I woke up, and my jaw muscles hurt from clenching my teeth all night long. *sigh*

I did not expect LiquidWeb to not want me back. From the way the exit interview went, I thought that I had not burnt that bridge. I guess I was wrong.