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Got off work today (later than I wanted, but it's a good thing I stayed a little late -- there was a last-minute "crisis" for me to deal with. Royalty payments need to stop being so punctual, dammit!) and headed to Joan's, braving the traffic and rain to get there~ Along the way, my car started to shake. In a bad, nonsexual way. (Although given that it's a car, a sexual way would be equally frightening.) This was the third or fourth time it had done such a thing since either yesterday or this morning (I'm tired and can't remember exactly; I think it was yesterday) for apparently no reason at all. Slightly worried about this new development, I called home and had my parents talk to our mechanic.
I called a mechanic for my car after two days of acting up. I've been having headaches for over a year and have yet to call a doctor for myself. Haha, priorities...
Anyway. The 'rents and I conversed even as I pulled into Joan's suburban paradise, and I was still on the phone with them when I knocked on the door and was allowed inside. It was a long ordeal in which Leroy (our mechanic) could take the car tomorrow, but I'd have to drop it off tonight or tomorrow morning and blah blah blah. I made arrangements with the folks: they would go to the shop earlier this evening in two cars and drop off one of said cars, leaving the key somewhere for me (like a scavenger hunt!), and then, after my fun with Joan, I'd drive to the shop and swap cars, leaving my key behind in the night-drop. Rawk.
Had a great time with Joan~ She made a delightful chicken dish, we went grocery shopping for some pie ingredients, and then sheforced encouraged my to watch the Black Donnelly's, which was pretty good in that "...I kind of predicted that would happen" sort of way. (Or maybe I just need to stop analyzing everything I watch. I'd probably enjoy more stuff that way.) Anyway, then we made a pie. Or we made the pie and then watched the show. That sounds right. Um. Then we killed time while the pie cooled, and then we launched ourselves into sugar comas with pie while we watched Iron Chef America.
I don't understand the appeal of the Food Network. I can see how it would be occasionally interesting, but a lot of it just makes me nauseous. Ah, well. ^^
Anyway. After ICA, I drove to the mechanic and made the car swap (braving rain and fog -- grr on fog! -- and then parking my car at a rather catawampus angle) and returned home, only to belatedly realized I'd left my GPS in my car. Whoops. I guess I won't be going anywhere new and exciting until I get my car back. ^^ Or until I figure out how to make Mapquest my bitch. We'll see how that goes.
I'm tired, cold, and a little irritable. The drive home was rough, and I started wangsting over my all-too-recently deceased kitten (I know it's been almost two months now. Shut up. It still hurts, and yes, I still cry over it. A lot), and now I want to crawl into bed and sleep for a million and a half hours. Instead, I will shower and do all that fun stuff, then crawl into bed for six hours before I take someone's car -- not mine. I should probably find out whose car I'm taking -- to work.
Joy.
Anyway. The 'rents and I conversed even as I pulled into Joan's suburban paradise, and I was still on the phone with them when I knocked on the door and was allowed inside. It was a long ordeal in which Leroy (our mechanic) could take the car tomorrow, but I'd have to drop it off tonight or tomorrow morning and blah blah blah. I made arrangements with the folks: they would go to the shop earlier this evening in two cars and drop off one of said cars, leaving the key somewhere for me (like a scavenger hunt!), and then, after my fun with Joan, I'd drive to the shop and swap cars, leaving my key behind in the night-drop. Rawk.
Had a great time with Joan~ She made a delightful chicken dish, we went grocery shopping for some pie ingredients, and then she
I don't understand the appeal of the Food Network. I can see how it would be occasionally interesting, but a lot of it just makes me nauseous. Ah, well. ^^
Anyway. After ICA, I drove to the mechanic and made the car swap (braving rain and fog -- grr on fog! -- and then parking my car at a rather catawampus angle) and returned home, only to belatedly realized I'd left my GPS in my car. Whoops. I guess I won't be going anywhere new and exciting until I get my car back. ^^ Or until I figure out how to make Mapquest my bitch. We'll see how that goes.
I'm tired, cold, and a little irritable. The drive home was rough, and I started wangsting over my all-too-recently deceased kitten (I know it's been almost two months now. Shut up. It still hurts, and yes, I still cry over it. A lot), and now I want to crawl into bed and sleep for a million and a half hours. Instead, I will shower and do all that fun stuff, then crawl into bed for six hours before I take someone's car -- not mine. I should probably find out whose car I'm taking -- to work.
Joy.
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Date: 2007-03-02 06:27 am (UTC)See, that's because its become the Rachel Ray™ Network, and the womans just inherently nauseating. Her effects on the psyche is roughly akin to that of ebola-laced month old anchovies on a stomach.
Good Eats, however, rocks oh so hard. Oh, Alton..!
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Date: 2007-03-04 07:35 pm (UTC)Good Eats...?
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Date: 2007-03-05 01:51 pm (UTC)Food geek love!
I.. the woman..I've actually begun boycotting my beloved triscuits to avoid the woman. That voice..face..existence.. throttle instinct rising.. >.@
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:56 pm (UTC)Maybe I'll look into Alton Brown, then. *amused*
Wait, what? Does she promote triscuits?
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:00 am (UTC)I mean the one involving the 3 and the ..er..v on its side! I like that kind! it's so.. minimalist!
NOT MAYBE! Do. Really. He's 14 kinds of magical. ^^
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:04 am (UTC)Wheat Thins? They're rather tasty.
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:10 am (UTC)How..?!
Whenever I do it it eats the rest of my post, seemingly @.@
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:19 am (UTC)I don't know; it doesn't give me trouble, so long as i don't end a sentence with one. ^^ Have you tried using the html for the < sign?
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