March 3, 2006
Fuck Me Sideways
I just got a shot of cold piss to the heart. The auto shop called to let me know that there are $2500 worth of repairs needed on my four-year-old car. The airflow sensor is bad, it's a dealer part, and it costs roughly $500. And the catalytic converter is dead; without it, I won't pass a California smog test, and it costs $1900. Then add tax and labor, and you're giving me a heart attack. I'll fix the airflow sensor (or whatever it is), and at least turn the engine light off. Fortunately, from a certain point of view, the catalytic converter doesn't affect how the car works, just what comes out of it. I'm sorry California, but you're going to have to deal with higher emissions from me for a few months, at least until I can afford to fix the thing. I've got until June to get the smog check, so maybe if I just stop moving, eating, drinking, breathing, doing, I'll be able to save $2000 in less than three months. WTF, people. Or maybe I'll just chance it with Midas. OMG, Becky...
So, yesterday, I was trying to find the zen in this whole thing: I can only do so much and the rest is in the hands of a higher power. Well, part of "so much" that I'm going to do is quit this lousy job and do something within walking distance. OK, well, that's partly true. I'm so over this. So over this.
On the brighter side, I found out yesterday that Madonna will be at Coachella on 30 April. How much fun will that be? I mean, I keep thinking that this is some other Madonna, like the Material Girl wouldn't play a desert indie music fest...would she? I guess if she thought it was the next great thing and wanted to get in on it...even though it's been around for several years now. Whatever. Depeche Mode (which we'll see at Shoreline two nights before), Scissor Sisters, Lady Sovereign, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Sleater-Kinney, and what I've been waiting for, the Dears. Like, yay! I'm still waiting to hear about when the Cardigans are touring the US, and especially when Starsailor are coming over. Gawd I love them!
It's halfway through Friday; although that makes no difference to me because I'm working through the weekend. I know, boo hoo for me. That reminds me, I have to plan my travel service for Saturday and Sunday, as well as my food service. Out here on the edge of Foothill Boulevard, there is nothing to eat but grass, bugs, and the occasional mountain lion. Har har. We have squirrels, too, but they're too cute to eat.
Whatever.
