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.

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.

Fortis has been contacted, and should be sending me paperwork on their health insurance for individuals. What does this mean? Blood pressure medicine for Skippy once again. Could be a good thing. ;)

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.

The bottom of the pitcher of Kool-Aid is always the sweetest. No matter how many times I stir, the last few cups are always super-sugared. Don’t confuse this with complaining, however, the boost is welcome.

My mode of transportation came out of the shop yesterday, only to go back in with the very same problem. Three hundred and sixty dollars, and they didn’t fix the problem at hand. I have to wonder what the hell they did fix by swapping out the “electronics control module”. Of course they can’t call it a computer. Two hours of labor. Two hundred dollar part.

I have the sneaking suspicion that I was right about the magnitude of tonight’s bitch-slap.

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): A couple I know got married one Halloween at the Edge of Hell Haunted House. Their motivations weren’t profound; they just thought it would be fun to tie the knot while disguised as ghouls and surrounded by vampires, gargoyles, and dragons. I’d like to take their idea a step further, Taurus, and offer it up to you. It’s based on my perception that every relationship born from the fires of attraction will from time to time have to deal with each partner’s smoky madness. There’s no use trying to hide from this truth; in fact, your intimacy will be far healthier if you account for it upfront. In this spirit, I propose that you and your closest ally dress up as your inner monsters this Halloween, perform a bonding ceremony, and go everywhere handcuffed together.