Fuck! All! My car’s alternator went out Friday night. The fun part? I call AAA, they send me a tow truck. He’s supposed to tow me home, but he asks if he should try jumping me first. I say sure, because I wasn’t sure at that point if it was my alternator or my battery (the headlights and interior lights were getting dimmer by the minute, and it couldn’t support my CD player working). He jumps it, barely leaves the jumper cords on (you’re supposed to keep them there for a few minutes, right?), then says he has faith that I can get home. A 70 mile drive, mostly through the middle of nowhere, but he has faith. So of course, I think he actually knows what he’s talking about, and go on my merry way. I get about 15-20 miles, and the headlights and interior lights start dimming like crazy again. Cue second tow truck. Mind you, in between each call to AAA and the truck actually showing, I waited about two hours between the two. Does anybody remember how cold it was Friday night? I do, cuz I was stuck with a heater during those waits. Fuck! So now, I hafta drop a few hundred bucks getting my alternator replaced, and possibly miss Guild a few times depending on how expensive it is. Thankfully, Slone can start going to Guild with me, and it’ll be the same arrangement as before: the passenger pays part of the gas monies. Pretty sweet. It means I get to see my friends still, get to hang out with my Sloney, which I haven’t got to do much in the last year or so, and still get to see Cutie Boy at Guild. Considering my car is dead, I say that’s at least a few good bits to start making up for it.
In other news, diet seems to be going well. I dunno if I’ve lost anything yet, since I can’t weigh myself right now due to my stomach being full of eggs and sausage and coffee, but I’ve been keeping to it mostly. Except for Friday night. I drowned my sorrows in chocolate milk and a sweet roll from the Speedway in New Carlisle while I was waiting for tow truck number two. *sighs* But yeah, at least I just ruined the one day. Still gonna stay on the diet. Yays losing weight!
Got a subscription last month to two magazines on my Nook: National Geographic and eFiction. I already knew I adored NG, but this eFiction magazine rocks. It’s all these short stories shoved together. I finished last month’s issue the other day, and I am seriously in love now. I’m contemplating submitting some of my stuff, see if they publish it. Admit One is a pretty good short story, very stand alone (and actually finished). Or I could submit some poetry. They put poetry at the end of each issue. I have no idea which ones I’d submit, though. Underneath The Surface, of course, because that’s my best one. Dunno which others. I think I’ll wait a few months, though, keep reading and see what kinds of stuff they publish, you know?
I’ve decided to try and get back into my religion. I don’t exactly belong to a specific one, but I bought a couple books on Wicca at Half-Price Books on Friday, because that’s the closest thing to my beliefs. I just don’t really do rituals. Might try some day. It’d be nice to be practicing again. Maybe I should work on my Reiki again, too. Might be able to help people. Hell, I think I’ll even try casting spells again. Just because my last one failed miserably doesn’t mean they all would. Besides, that was more than seven years ago. I’ve grown since then.
Oh, and in way of great news, it’s looking like I might be moving to Dayton in August. I can’t remember if I’ve already talked about this, so I’ll just start from the beginning. My friend Jeff wants a roommate to help split the costs. I want the fuck out of here. I can go to this place called the Bureau Of Vocational Rehabilitation to learn how to do a job (that wouldn’t mess up my mental health as much), and they can also help me find a job in Dayton. So tomorrow, I’m going to ask my therapist to hook me up. I’ll have a real job, that shouldn’t make me nearly as suicidal, plus a great place to live. It’ll be wonderful! I just hope things don’t screw up like they always do. >_<