Generation 1 – Decepticon

Beast Wars – Predacon

Beast Machines – Vehicon

Armada – Autobot

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. :)

My cow-orkers were entirely supportive and helpful during my time of stupid yesterday. I could totally rely upon them for information and suggestions when I was hitting snags. It was encouraging and made me feel better about my brain being fried. I hope that I’m doing the same for them.

The lack of commute in was wonderful. Amy and Mike were the best, letting me stay at their house. I smiled and chuckled every time I tried to divest my shirt of the plentiful amounts of Husky hair. The trench coat pickup was successful as well.

My conversations with helped, as they always do, with perspective. Oh, and I miss bowling, of all things.

I’ve got the email addresses for all but one of my reader/reviewers. , I can’t remember your email for the life of me, and I don’t want to risk spambots getting to it by posting it here. In otherwords, drop me an email, crazy lady. :) So, I sent out copies of what I’ve got so far to and .

I brought my notebook to IPM last night with the intention of writing. Instead, I calmed down, warmed up, and smiled again thanks to and . That lady next door, she’s a screamer. That, and the g-spot squash. So, no writing got done, but a happier Skippy resulted. I did bring the zip disk with me, so writing will get done in Lansing over my weekend.

Today has been odd in the extreme already. I got little to no rest last night, probably because of being upset at Dad. I woke up with an extreme sinus headache. I took some Motrin Sinus for it, but it wasn’t kicking in. I was getting cold sweats and head wierdness all the way on the commute. I nearly fell asleep several times, but I kept myself on the road. I sure as hell didn’t want to turn back to the TWP and call in sick. Not today.

So I got here my usual 50 minutes early, and told my pod-mate (who started at 6) that I was gonna see if I could find a place to take a nap. He suggested the sofa/lounge/postmodern thingy upstairs by the training area, as there would be little to no traffic. So, I set the alarm on my phone and took a good 35 to 40 minute nap. I warmed up when I slept and the medicine kicked in. I feel 100% better, and ready to deal with the day.

I get to see tonight! YAY!

Yesterday, at work, I couldn’t fix anything. Was feeling pretty useless when the day got done. My mind had broken down to the point that I was following the flowchart they provided us in training. At least when my mind broke down, the customer still got serviced well.

I got home and had a nice dinner and started laundry. Almost immediately after dinner, my father and I got into our first large altercation since I’ve moved back home. It went like this. My brand new, less than two month-old car, is leaking oil. Not profusely, but enough to make both myself and Dad worried. I know how long a car can go leaking, but of course, Dad doesn’t trust that because I have a history of letting things go until the last minute.

He yells at me that I’m not taking enough initiative and that I should have had the car in at the Rochester dealership by now.

Uhm. I found out about the leak three days ago. I work. With the commute, 12 hour days. The dealership is closed when I leave and closed when I get back.

I wasn’t exactly eloquent in trying to get this across. So, he leaves to hang out in the den and Mom defends Dad, and I defend myself. We start going in circles, so dad YELLS from the den at the top of his lungs, storms back in, and chews me out for a bit.

Here’s an interesting bit. This is the first time in my life that this confrontation hasn’t produced an immediate submission response. I stared him in the eyes, let his words make me cold inside, and let him finish ranting. He left, and I waited around until it was clear that I wasn’t going to check/add the oil as an immediate response to his ranting, then checked it.

A quart low after 1800 miles since the last oil change.

Less than two months old.

The argument and the leaking made me very, very angry. So, as per usual, I was quiet.

I got my laundry taken care of, for the most part.

Afterward, for cool-down and relaxation, I went here:

I’m pretty much at my limit as far as people to review the book as I’m writing it. If you haven’t received the rewrite of Chapter 5, and don’t get an email from me in the next couple of days about it, and think you SHOULD be getting it, drop me an email.

, I expect a (partial) book report tonight, young lady. :)