Carlamities abound!

Having a house guest for a week was really nice, especially an old friend. I was worried it was going to be emotionally exhausting and kind of terrible, but she's feeling really strong and not broken. I'm glad. And now she moves to France and then Scotland forever. Amazing.

So I'm still here, and I don't know why. Making the most of my time by cleaning my room and dusting. It's a good chance to listen to records so that I can file them. I refuse to actually put them away until they have touched the needle (Exception to this rule: Bruce Willis' Return of Bruno...I just don't want to know, man) so yeah, lots of vinyl today. Three weeks of uneventfulness to go here. le sigh.

ALSO, my car is being a fucking spastic again, only this week it's the transmission that I got replaced last October. What the fuck? So at least it's under a two year warranty, but I don't get to go to work tonight, which I 'm sure sounds like a blessing, but I have to put some money back in my bank account in a serious way.
Awesomely, I drove my car to the Mr. Transmission on Stony Plain Road and had to bus it back. I have no idea which buses go where in this town, so I try to never go too far down any given street. Today I had no choice but to put faith in the sign that said "Downtown" and hope for the best. I was pretty sure it was the wrong bus when we got to 118th ave but then we moved back on up to reasonably close to my apartment and I got off so I could take a stroll through the graveyard. Normally I avoid Zombie Central like the zombie plague, but in the daytime it just looked so pretty and nice. A fine choice.

So they are looking at my car tomorrow at 7 and I hope somehow I will be able to go to work in the evening, but we will see. Let me out.