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The way things are shaping up I can see this day ending in one of two ways. Either I'm going to go on a killing rampage (which I've been putting off for *years*) or I'm going to wind up killed myself in some freakish accident. Possibly involving a meteor of some sort. At the moment, frankly, I don't have a preference.
Why, oh why does my car like to play with my mind? Why does it insist on breaking down in new and interesting ways that make the dealers say things like, "Wow, your car's awfully new for that sort of a problem." All they're doing at that point is putting nice big flashing neon signs over every flaw the car has and making me that much more certain that I'll be buying something else in a few years. And why did I get to the dealer at 7:15 this morning and yet not make it to work until 9:30? It took over two hours to drop my car, get a rental, and drive from SJ up to PA. Gah!
Stupid car. Stupid dealer. Stupid traffic.
At least the weekend was fairly nice and I accomplished a lot of stuff that needed to get done. I now have a thoroughly organized bedroom closet and makes much better use of the space allowed. I also have several new outfits including two very comfy new pairs of jeans, several shirts, a sweater and two jackets, all for $40. Gods I love Goodwill. I got my Legolas costume started so all I really need to fret about at this point is the overcoat thingy he wears and the boots. I also got some cleaning done and mopped the kitchen which made me feel a bit better about the overall state of cleanliness in our home. Oh and laundry, musn't forget that. Not bad for one of the hottest weekends of the entire year.
Saturday was spent with the ever charming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jakejr who was kind enough to feed the housemate and me after inviting us up for some fun viewing. On the way home aelfsciene and I got a wild notion to stop at the store and stock up on Magic Shell and various other chocolatey things. I again blame hormones. However, after several days of indulgence it's time to return to a little old fashioned self control. No matter how yummy that Twix Magic Shell is...*sigh*.
Sunday was Bonfante Gardens withelo_sf and phillipalden. It was fun, and gorgeous, and we got there early enough so as not to swelter for most of our time there and to get on every ride we wanted to. For pics check out www.ebonlock.com/bonfante/, I'm not much of a photographer but even so there are some nice shots there.
Yesterday I got up bright and early under the mistaken impression that perhaps the service guys at my dealer might be working. See I had this impression 'cause I'd talked to a receptionist on Saturday and specifically asked if they'd be in on Monday and was told yes. After that pointless trip I treated myself to my clothing shopping spree and then Target for the odds and ends I needed for the Great Closet Organization Project. Got everything done then went to meetmallen and some new friends for margaritas at Fiesta Del Mar II. They really do have nice margaritas, though I'm such a wimp that one is more than sufficient for me.
I also got one drawing completed and another well under way this weekend, go me!
Despite the retail therapy and chocolate I still ended up spending a good portion of the weekend in a deep funk. This was exacerbated last night by restless sleep (ye gods it was hot!) and another of my epic length bad dreams. Why is it I always seem to remember the bad ones? This one was about betrayal and I woke up feeling incredibly alone and broken. Then I staggered outside just before sunrise to water the plants I noticed a dead dove below our bedroom windows. Now I know that most people around here would shrug, toss the poor thing away and that would be that. I'm a Wiccan, though, and as superstitious as it may sound, I tend to see stuff like this as omens. This just can't be a good one. It looked as if the dove had run into a window or the wall or something and either broken its neck or crushed its skull. In either case it hadn't been dead for more than a few hours. I gave it what burial I could in the vinca and tried hard not to let it completely unnerve me.
I don't think I've quite succeeded.
And now I've just gotten a call from the dealer, it's not quite 10:30 and my car is already fixed. I could've just waited for it there and not had to deal with the whole rental headache and only been a bit later to work than I already was. Ok, I think the killing spree idea has taken the lead.
Next long weekend I swear to god I'm leaving the area. I don't care where I end up, I just want to be away from here.
Crunches: In that heat? Yeah, right.
Uneasiness: High
Why, oh why does my car like to play with my mind? Why does it insist on breaking down in new and interesting ways that make the dealers say things like, "Wow, your car's awfully new for that sort of a problem." All they're doing at that point is putting nice big flashing neon signs over every flaw the car has and making me that much more certain that I'll be buying something else in a few years. And why did I get to the dealer at 7:15 this morning and yet not make it to work until 9:30? It took over two hours to drop my car, get a rental, and drive from SJ up to PA. Gah!
Stupid car. Stupid dealer. Stupid traffic.
At least the weekend was fairly nice and I accomplished a lot of stuff that needed to get done. I now have a thoroughly organized bedroom closet and makes much better use of the space allowed. I also have several new outfits including two very comfy new pairs of jeans, several shirts, a sweater and two jackets, all for $40. Gods I love Goodwill. I got my Legolas costume started so all I really need to fret about at this point is the overcoat thingy he wears and the boots. I also got some cleaning done and mopped the kitchen which made me feel a bit better about the overall state of cleanliness in our home. Oh and laundry, musn't forget that. Not bad for one of the hottest weekends of the entire year.
Saturday was spent with the ever charming
jakejr who was kind enough to feed the housemate and me after inviting us up for some fun viewing. On the way home aelfsciene and I got a wild notion to stop at the store and stock up on Magic Shell and various other chocolatey things. I again blame hormones. However, after several days of indulgence it's time to return to a little old fashioned self control. No matter how yummy that Twix Magic Shell is...*sigh*.Sunday was Bonfante Gardens with
elo_sf and phillipalden. It was fun, and gorgeous, and we got there early enough so as not to swelter for most of our time there and to get on every ride we wanted to. For pics check out www.ebonlock.com/bonfante/, I'm not much of a photographer but even so there are some nice shots there.Yesterday I got up bright and early under the mistaken impression that perhaps the service guys at my dealer might be working. See I had this impression 'cause I'd talked to a receptionist on Saturday and specifically asked if they'd be in on Monday and was told yes. After that pointless trip I treated myself to my clothing shopping spree and then Target for the odds and ends I needed for the Great Closet Organization Project. Got everything done then went to meet
mallen and some new friends for margaritas at Fiesta Del Mar II. They really do have nice margaritas, though I'm such a wimp that one is more than sufficient for me. I also got one drawing completed and another well under way this weekend, go me!
Despite the retail therapy and chocolate I still ended up spending a good portion of the weekend in a deep funk. This was exacerbated last night by restless sleep (ye gods it was hot!) and another of my epic length bad dreams. Why is it I always seem to remember the bad ones? This one was about betrayal and I woke up feeling incredibly alone and broken. Then I staggered outside just before sunrise to water the plants I noticed a dead dove below our bedroom windows. Now I know that most people around here would shrug, toss the poor thing away and that would be that. I'm a Wiccan, though, and as superstitious as it may sound, I tend to see stuff like this as omens. This just can't be a good one. It looked as if the dove had run into a window or the wall or something and either broken its neck or crushed its skull. In either case it hadn't been dead for more than a few hours. I gave it what burial I could in the vinca and tried hard not to let it completely unnerve me.
I don't think I've quite succeeded.
And now I've just gotten a call from the dealer, it's not quite 10:30 and my car is already fixed. I could've just waited for it there and not had to deal with the whole rental headache and only been a bit later to work than I already was. Ok, I think the killing spree idea has taken the lead.
Next long weekend I swear to god I'm leaving the area. I don't care where I end up, I just want to be away from here.
Crunches: In that heat? Yeah, right.
Uneasiness: High
