Ugh.
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I have felt like rolled garbage for the last two days.
ANYWAY, I am also mildly grumpy. I am paying off the negligible amount on my credit card this month just to put it back on at the end of the month. End of August means oil change and the fact that it's 2025 means I'm getting a new battery. I am VERY aware that my current battery is probably fine, but having lived through the Ford Escort debacle of 2004-2010, I will absolutely be paranoid about following the car maintenance schedule.
My car mechanic mildly rolled his eyes at me the last time it happened and I told him the story of the time the car died while I was parallel parking it on Armitage at 8pm on a Friday night in summer. This time, when I called, he went "Yup, been five years. Ordering it now." I do not enjoy sobbing in the street while screaming "I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO" at my mother while desperately trying to push the car into the parking spot while she was on the phone trying to call AAA.
The only reason I continue to own a car is if I'm meticulous about maintenance and the instant this starts dying on me, I want it gone. I have enough internal anxiety, I refuse to add stressors to the pile if I can help it.
In other news, I've managed to read a few more books this month. I'm most of the way through You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried by Susannah Gora. It's kind of a sum-up of John Hughes' career, which is geographically interesting to me. I also got my library copy of Frostbite back! I only have ~25% left of that one and it's been hanging for me since May. Apparently I'm not alone in my fascination with refrigeration and the cold chain?
Also,
lyssie I think you'd really enjoy a novella I just finished. It's called Murder by Memory by Olivia White. It's a cozy sci-fi with murder? It was a quick, fun read. I forget how much I enjoy short sci-fi until I remember.
My excitement for the evening is that I get to go to Menards to pick up cleaning supplies that I'm almost out of at home.
ANYWAY, I am also mildly grumpy. I am paying off the negligible amount on my credit card this month just to put it back on at the end of the month. End of August means oil change and the fact that it's 2025 means I'm getting a new battery. I am VERY aware that my current battery is probably fine, but having lived through the Ford Escort debacle of 2004-2010, I will absolutely be paranoid about following the car maintenance schedule.
My car mechanic mildly rolled his eyes at me the last time it happened and I told him the story of the time the car died while I was parallel parking it on Armitage at 8pm on a Friday night in summer. This time, when I called, he went "Yup, been five years. Ordering it now." I do not enjoy sobbing in the street while screaming "I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO" at my mother while desperately trying to push the car into the parking spot while she was on the phone trying to call AAA.
The only reason I continue to own a car is if I'm meticulous about maintenance and the instant this starts dying on me, I want it gone. I have enough internal anxiety, I refuse to add stressors to the pile if I can help it.
In other news, I've managed to read a few more books this month. I'm most of the way through You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried by Susannah Gora. It's kind of a sum-up of John Hughes' career, which is geographically interesting to me. I also got my library copy of Frostbite back! I only have ~25% left of that one and it's been hanging for me since May. Apparently I'm not alone in my fascination with refrigeration and the cold chain?
Also,
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My excitement for the evening is that I get to go to Menards to pick up cleaning supplies that I'm almost out of at home.