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Thursday night
Aug. 1st, 2002 11:36 pmThe headache has mainly been gone today. At least, until tonight. Too much to hope for that it be completely gone, I guess.
It seems that there's some Bad News concerning our lovely Mazda. Needs a new transmission, according to the service dept's interpretation of a blinking light. Dad's going to take it to someone tomorrow and see what can be done and for what price. Estimated by the service guy at $2500, which, as you may remember, is what we PAID for the car, nearly three months ago. Argh. We'll see, though. We both realized, though, that it was somewhat silly to stress too much over it. Puts a crimp into our plans, though. (We have to replace the beretta now as well, so we were looking into the next car purchase, not putting more money into the one we have.)
Anyway. Crazy flies on the loose in here. I hate them.
Some nights, I play mp3s directed at my sweetie. I'm pretty sure he doesn't realize when I'm playing stuff just for him, though. He's not into lyrics, so obvious love songs are out, and he thinks those are too fake anyway. I have to be a little obscure and weird about it. Right now, I'm playing A Whiter Shade of Pale. He hasn't noticed yet. :) Sometimes he picks up on certain songs, at least. (Hi, sweetie. *here*)
I spent the afternoon working on a wallpaper thingie. Turned out really neat.. if I do say so myself. I would post it here, but a) I'm much too lazy and b) it won't look right if I make it that small. Just take my word for it, alright?
I'm kinda moody tonight. I know it's ridiculous, but sometimes I almost get depressed over being so generally happy. *laugh* Bitter and angry was comfortable sometimes--in retrospect, of course. As they say.. Happiness isn't something you experience, it's something you remember.. :) In any case, I'm not nearly melancholy enough to vent here with my unreasonable, unnecessary moodiness--just enough to make me listen to Counting Crows and sigh a little.. grin.
I'm completely insane, and also bored with writing, which is a stupid reason to end this journal entry, as I'm planning to send mail to chick next. Go figure.
It seems that there's some Bad News concerning our lovely Mazda. Needs a new transmission, according to the service dept's interpretation of a blinking light. Dad's going to take it to someone tomorrow and see what can be done and for what price. Estimated by the service guy at $2500, which, as you may remember, is what we PAID for the car, nearly three months ago. Argh. We'll see, though. We both realized, though, that it was somewhat silly to stress too much over it. Puts a crimp into our plans, though. (We have to replace the beretta now as well, so we were looking into the next car purchase, not putting more money into the one we have.)
Anyway. Crazy flies on the loose in here. I hate them.
Some nights, I play mp3s directed at my sweetie. I'm pretty sure he doesn't realize when I'm playing stuff just for him, though. He's not into lyrics, so obvious love songs are out, and he thinks those are too fake anyway. I have to be a little obscure and weird about it. Right now, I'm playing A Whiter Shade of Pale. He hasn't noticed yet. :) Sometimes he picks up on certain songs, at least. (Hi, sweetie. *here*)
I spent the afternoon working on a wallpaper thingie. Turned out really neat.. if I do say so myself. I would post it here, but a) I'm much too lazy and b) it won't look right if I make it that small. Just take my word for it, alright?
I'm kinda moody tonight. I know it's ridiculous, but sometimes I almost get depressed over being so generally happy. *laugh* Bitter and angry was comfortable sometimes--in retrospect, of course. As they say.. Happiness isn't something you experience, it's something you remember.. :) In any case, I'm not nearly melancholy enough to vent here with my unreasonable, unnecessary moodiness--just enough to make me listen to Counting Crows and sigh a little.. grin.
I'm completely insane, and also bored with writing, which is a stupid reason to end this journal entry, as I'm planning to send mail to chick next. Go figure.
