:: Everyday ::

I hate money. I really do. Canadian Tire just called me, saying that there’s a whole lot more work to do on the car than was previously estimated. After the $300, there’s $1600. Originally, it was all going to be less than $800. Now it’s more than twice that.

So hey, if you have website work that you would like done, send me an email. Will work for money. Now accepting donations (Although I do much prefer earning my way.) My budjet’s completely shot to hell now.

Today, I’m getting 4 new ball joints. Installed, that’s about $400, leaving $1200 to do. That’s just a little more than what I’m making a month after Canadian and Saskatchewan governments take their peice. I was planning on getting the muffler and idler arm, and possibly the steering wheel done this time around, but I might have to wait on that ’till after I get back from Calgary. I hope I can take the van. ‘Cause I may have no other way.

So depressed. I need chocolate ice cream.

All I can really think about right now is moving to Calgary. I know it’s not happening soon, but I’m going to visit next week. In my own car, if all goes well. It’s something I’m actually looking forward too. I just hope it doesn’t wind up another Christmas.

I don’t even know what I’m going to do there. I’d be content to stay in a watch movies the entire time I’m there. She’ll prolly have work while I’m there, but Zac and I both got other people we can see while she’s behind green walls.

And I’m going to wear my shirts with slogans, ’cause I can’t at work. I can’t imagine the looks I’d get with a shirt that read ‘Tact is for people who aren’t witty enough for sarcasm.’ Or ‘I understand. I just don’t care.’