A collapse; to last until Fall.

Monday night, at the bottom of a depression well, I'm at work and just staring at the wall in the back, as I am wont to do. "Chad, you have visitors."

From Edmonton, the chaingun and Jono have come to rescue me. There is good in the universe, somehow. So I get out of jail free, spend a night in the city and a day reading Heart of Darkness for school, which proves to not be the worst thing in the world. My car is ready at 3:30 and I have mobility again, $444 later. Jesus.

This morning I bring my car back in to Spruce Grove to see its regular mechanics for what should be a one day job. Here I am, at my parents' house, waiting for the phone to ring while my social life collapses on itself 30 minutes away. My car will not be finished today. I will be stuck here for another night. I will have to pay another exorbidant sum for repairs. This car is sucking me dry.

It's time for a major re-evaluation. If I didn't work out here I wouldn't need a car so much. I would save on gas and most likely on maintenance. I would likely be making less money, but I can see these two things balancing out. My life needs to not be garbage. I need to focus on something. I hate Spruce Grove.