You'll be none too surprised to hear that my car is malfunctioning again, or perhaps you read about it in antarcticlust
's journal, and you're even less surprised. Either way, it's true. And this time, the repair facility is saying that it's the computer.
And how much does my car's computer cost? Not including labor, (which they assured me would be minimal), the part alone is $831.66.
However, because I am amazing, but more accurately, because I know amazing people and am resourceful, I managed to find a used one in good condition for the much-more-manageable price of $125 dollaroonies.
Whew, I was about to have a funking coniption fit. Is that how you spell that? C O N I P T I O N? Hmmm.. Let's find out, shall we...
con·nip·tion n. A fit of violent emotion, such as anger or panic. Also called conniption fit.
So there you have it, folks, it's c o n n i p t i o n
. I stand corrected.
Plus, I've been a complete crab-ass (I would say fucking asshole) for the past two days or so, which means those I've been spending time with, particularly Jacquelyn, have had a hell of a time. When I get like that, I bark away any comfort, then wallow and stew in my anger. Intuitively, I know everything will work out, in a Jedi-like "another solution will present itself" manner, I know everything will be fine, but it's like I have to also do the despondent, everything-sucks-omfg-someone-effing-
With that, I will take my leave and play some more Civilization while I do more laundry, which is increasingly becoming what I do when I'm home.
P.S. Any other LOST addicts reading this journal who want to banter theories? I'm currently in favor of electro-magnetic hallucinations.