Adjusting to the soccer-mom-mobile isn't going well, but it is indeed going. I only cursed under my breath four or five times today, which is a noted improvement from yesterday.
When I did call to check the status of The Only Thing that Keeps me Sane I got a curt "we're working on it right now, we'll call you when its ready". A response I can understand, as it fits neatly into self manifested nightmare of either having to change the oil once I get it back due to all the mechanic "performance testing" or having to throw myself under the nearest street sweeper to get the coin to pay for the repairs they're about to fabricate (which no doubt will not be under warranty).
Aside from that, getting ready to move (again), and trying to squeeze my security deposit out of my landlord who wants to use it to remodel the apartment he tried unsuccessfully to evict me from (I moved out on my own due to a crazed downstairs neighbor and the fact that the place was a dump when I moved in) we'll be lucky if I don't decide to make some toast in the tub today.
