OH. The car.

The oil leak was a combination of:

– Leaking oil pan gasket (not a word, )
– Oil filter not screwed in completely/properly
– Improper oil pan plug. My oil change people replaced it without alerting me.

These are all fixed. As a thank you to the Bill Fox Chevrolet people, I left my Comcast beach ball in the rental car’s driver’s seat when I dropped it off after hours. Heh. In the future, I’ll be going to the dealership for oil changes.

So, I have my car back and am no longer suffering with a poorly-treated white Cavalier. I once again appreciate the Malibu.

My mind wanders today.

I am way too damn early to work…

… when I can take a short nap and wake up in plenty of time for my shift to start.

Tonight, I have to root through every box that I have in the garage, looking for one particular item.

The fitness center is back open here at work. Tomorrow I start staying after a half hour to an hour to work out. The only reason I’m not starting today is that I’ll get a good workout tonight moving boxes around.

Vic is singing random lyrics to the tune of “Goodbye”. I think that his pod-mates will slaughter him before I get the chance.

As per usual, Luna rocked my socks clean off yesterday. was subbing for . I got several pages of writing done and a good amount of people-watching.

is an amazing girlfriend. I can’t express how good it is that we can work through problems that we have. It’s been almost a YEAR.

Now I have to figure out how to get a bunch of chimpanzees to IPM this Friday. Hrm.

It’s white?

The most pragmatic thing first: The Malibu is in the dealership’s shop. They had it up on the lift yesterday, so it should be done today. In the meantime, they’ve loaned me a white Cavalier. So very tiny. *sings* Fat man in a tiny car… anyway.

I’m six pages deep into Chapter 6. I’m anticipating (NOT planning, damnit) writing more at the club tonight. I spent much of yesterday, after I picked up the temp car, hanging out at a Caribou Coffee across from Rochester High School. I picked up one of their little apple cider concoctions and sat on a metal table outside and wrote and wrote and wrote. It was extremely relaxing.

Next trip to Lansing, I need to bring my discman and some headphones, so that I can chill at Theio’s while is at work and/or class. Much writing will hopefully ensue. I want to get Chapter six done ASAP. Yes, I know I’ve said this before. :)

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): One of my favorite obscure holidays is International Moment of Frustration Scream Day. Observed every October 12, it’s meant to release pent-up tension resulting from the gap between what we have and what we think we want. Given the fact that your gap is particularly gaping right now, you Tauruses would especially benefit from throwing yourself into this fierce enjoyment with all your angst unfurled. The holiday’s founders, Thomas and Ruth Roy, suggest that everyone should go outside sometime during the day and yell for 30 seconds. I hope the sound of you bellowing Bulls will be heard around the world.