Well, shit. Now what do we do?
too tired.
I’m too flat to deal with the Audi today. I’ll call tomorrow.
stupid fucking audi
Audi just called. They say that because the Morrison Auto Group is an independent dealership they can’t do anything to make them eat the costs of the car repair. The wind is completely out of my sails. I’m so angry I’m in tears, and so frustrated that I want to fling my hands up and forget about it all, except I’m too angry to do that. I do not know what to do next.
regime change begins at home
We’ve voted. There wasn’t a line out the door, but there was a line, which is more than I’ve ever seen around here. Yay! There was also a man who had his four-or-so-year-old with him, and as I stood there waiting to put my ballot in the ballot-slurping machine, I heard him saying, “This one is about whether we want to build more schools.” The kid said, “Yeah!” That was a *good* Daddy! So. We’ve voted, and everybody wanted their stickers, and there were people coming in as we left,…
copy edits & stuff
I spent the larger part of yesterday doing copy edits for URBAN SHAMAN. They were surprisingly painless. There are about five things I will do in the future which will reduce my poor editor’s efforts by about 80% (further->farther, leapt->leaped (although I don’t particularly like ‘leaped’, it’s certainly not a hill to die on), towards->toward, grey->gray (ditto ‘leaped’, but with more prejudice), and replace all my –s with emdashes), but by and large, I think there are maybe five sentences in the whole thing that I was like, “Um, no,…