A Day That Just Keeps...Getting...Better...
Oy. Vey. ::headesk:: Today sucked.
Started out just fine, got a halfway decent night's sleep, and while I woke up tired, it wasn't taht bone-weary tired that's made it hard to move for the last week. I got my stuff packed up and ready to move within just a few hours of wakeing up. Got it all piled in my car, headed off to the rental...
and Morti's engein shut off right infront of the driveway.
Just...turned off. ::sighs:: Thank the fucking Goddess it was right infront of the rental, and not in the middle of the street, or god forbid on the freeway or something like I was planing to drive today. ::sighs::
So I was stuck at the rental all day waiting for a car to free up so I could get to the autoparts store. The only explanation I could find was how low he was on oil. Knew it was a long shot, but it was a theory at least. Mom said she was just gunna go over to talk to Joe...she didn't come back for five hours. ::sighs::
Finaly got a car in the evening, got to the auto store, got the oil, put it in...and nothing. ::sighs:: The engein is turning over, but it won't do that final kick to start. It just keeps turning over and over and over. And as bad as that is, that's still really good, I know. That meens the engein hasn't seazed or frozen, and it means it's probably electrical, not something like a broken part that'll cost me a thousand dollers to have re-cast or something.
So I gotta get my car towed to the shop tomorrow and shell out a bunch of cash to fingure out what it actualy is. Hopefuly it's just a blown fuse or a battery that's just hit the end of it's life or something. ::crosses fingers:: The car is a '92, so the warenty is looooong gone, so any fixes are comeing right out of my own wallet. ::sighs::
I'm gunna be using Mom's car until Mortis is fixed, she and Joe are gunna share the truck. So at least I'm not stranded again, like when I was a kid.
In other fun events of the day, I spent an hour or so trying to get the digital cablebox in my bedroom of the rental to work. Long story short, Comcast sucks once again, and they're gunna have to send someone out on Sunday to look at it. Again. ::sighs:: Between all the times comcast has fucked up this week, with all the "we'er sorry" bonuses and tokens they give our account, I'm not only gettin a DVD-R Cable Box free, but use of it for the next thirteen months free...and the digital box in the living room free too. :;shakes head:: They'er gunna be pay'n us to watch by the end of the month, I sware. ::sighs:: Which is just wasteful as we won't have digital cable when we get back home.
I was plannin to pick Nick up from Joan this afternoon, but by the end of the day, even though I had a car, I was just too tired to go back out and get him. ::sighs:: I miss my newt. I'll get him tomorrow.
Oh, and in the best news of all today... So some of you may have heard me mention that since we started work on the house, every little cut and even bug bite I've gotten has been getting infected. Figured it was just something in the walls getting released or something. I know how to take care of them, no big, I'm not even afraid to lance my own wounds and treat them myself, and none of them were that bad. Well, it turns out Mom and Joe were having the same problem...and now Joe may have MRSA.
Yah. Dad may have MRSA. The superbug. ::sighs:: One of his minor cuts on his leg went from a small prick, to a four inch wound and growing. Doctors are worried.
We'll find out in a few days. His infected toe isn't getting better either, which if he does have MRSA is an even worse sign. He's on all sorts of anti-biotics, of course, but... ::sighs::
Yah. Fuuuuuuuuun day. Can't wait for what joys tomorrow is gunna bring...
ETA: My first night here, and I've already had to call the cops. Guy going in and out of the neighborhoods at 90mph, up onto curbs and lawns. ::sighs:: I don't think the dispacher thought I was serious. First thing she said was, "You're callinga bout a speeder?" ::shakes head:: Yes, I'm calling about a guy driving though people's yards at 1am and 90mph! Silly me, I thought that the cops might want to know about this guy before he ran over someone! Silly, silly me, sorry for wasting your time, Ma'am.
ETA 2: Aaaand she clearly couldn't give a fuck, the guy is still going up and down the street at 90mph. ::sighs::
Started out just fine, got a halfway decent night's sleep, and while I woke up tired, it wasn't taht bone-weary tired that's made it hard to move for the last week. I got my stuff packed up and ready to move within just a few hours of wakeing up. Got it all piled in my car, headed off to the rental...
and Morti's engein shut off right infront of the driveway.
Just...turned off. ::sighs:: Thank the fucking Goddess it was right infront of the rental, and not in the middle of the street, or god forbid on the freeway or something like I was planing to drive today. ::sighs::
So I was stuck at the rental all day waiting for a car to free up so I could get to the autoparts store. The only explanation I could find was how low he was on oil. Knew it was a long shot, but it was a theory at least. Mom said she was just gunna go over to talk to Joe...she didn't come back for five hours. ::sighs::
Finaly got a car in the evening, got to the auto store, got the oil, put it in...and nothing. ::sighs:: The engein is turning over, but it won't do that final kick to start. It just keeps turning over and over and over. And as bad as that is, that's still really good, I know. That meens the engein hasn't seazed or frozen, and it means it's probably electrical, not something like a broken part that'll cost me a thousand dollers to have re-cast or something.
So I gotta get my car towed to the shop tomorrow and shell out a bunch of cash to fingure out what it actualy is. Hopefuly it's just a blown fuse or a battery that's just hit the end of it's life or something. ::crosses fingers:: The car is a '92, so the warenty is looooong gone, so any fixes are comeing right out of my own wallet. ::sighs::
I'm gunna be using Mom's car until Mortis is fixed, she and Joe are gunna share the truck. So at least I'm not stranded again, like when I was a kid.
In other fun events of the day, I spent an hour or so trying to get the digital cablebox in my bedroom of the rental to work. Long story short, Comcast sucks once again, and they're gunna have to send someone out on Sunday to look at it. Again. ::sighs:: Between all the times comcast has fucked up this week, with all the "we'er sorry" bonuses and tokens they give our account, I'm not only gettin a DVD-R Cable Box free, but use of it for the next thirteen months free...and the digital box in the living room free too. :;shakes head:: They'er gunna be pay'n us to watch by the end of the month, I sware. ::sighs:: Which is just wasteful as we won't have digital cable when we get back home.
I was plannin to pick Nick up from Joan this afternoon, but by the end of the day, even though I had a car, I was just too tired to go back out and get him. ::sighs:: I miss my newt. I'll get him tomorrow.
Oh, and in the best news of all today... So some of you may have heard me mention that since we started work on the house, every little cut and even bug bite I've gotten has been getting infected. Figured it was just something in the walls getting released or something. I know how to take care of them, no big, I'm not even afraid to lance my own wounds and treat them myself, and none of them were that bad. Well, it turns out Mom and Joe were having the same problem...and now Joe may have MRSA.
Yah. Dad may have MRSA. The superbug. ::sighs:: One of his minor cuts on his leg went from a small prick, to a four inch wound and growing. Doctors are worried.
We'll find out in a few days. His infected toe isn't getting better either, which if he does have MRSA is an even worse sign. He's on all sorts of anti-biotics, of course, but... ::sighs::
Yah. Fuuuuuuuuun day. Can't wait for what joys tomorrow is gunna bring...
ETA: My first night here, and I've already had to call the cops. Guy going in and out of the neighborhoods at 90mph, up onto curbs and lawns. ::sighs:: I don't think the dispacher thought I was serious. First thing she said was, "You're callinga bout a speeder?" ::shakes head:: Yes, I'm calling about a guy driving though people's yards at 1am and 90mph! Silly me, I thought that the cops might want to know about this guy before he ran over someone! Silly, silly me, sorry for wasting your time, Ma'am.
ETA 2: Aaaand she clearly couldn't give a fuck, the guy is still going up and down the street at 90mph. ::sighs::