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So yesterday my car (who is brave and true but over 200k miles) began making an Ominous Noise. I spent several hours in the shop today waiting for it change from a Mysterious Ominous Noise to an Identifiable Ominous Noise (the mechanic's has wireless--I love the future). Now I'm getting my struts and wheel hubs replaced to the tune of $1500. That keening sound you hear is my credit card crying.

Possibly this would be a good time to start writing short stories for filthy cash again. Not to mention finishing all the jewelry I need to make for Wiscon. :P

Or maybe these cats should get jobs.

Wednesday night poll

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(My car is much happier with her new struts, even if my credit card isn't.)

((God, CSI:NY is ass. ASS!))