Undoubtedly there is some concern that I am the astronaut in question, but I assure you that I have not been arrested for any sort of murder, attempted or otherwise. I’d also never be involved in anything so tacky and common as a love triangle – no, I’d go all out for a love rhombus or even a love oval. Nope, no incarceration for me although the day is still very early. Who knows what my afternoon and evening will bring? There is hope yet that I’ll end up in a jail cell before the end of the day.

The Mazdabator is in the shop yet again, this time on ICBC’s dime. We’re hoping our landlord will make the idiots upstairs pay the $300 deductible – we’re not really in a position to afford it, since we just paid $900 to repair the damage that happened in Whistler. The fight was caused by the friends of the idiots upstairs, and they apparently live in a dream world where they aren’t responsible for the actions of their guests even though the resulting episode caused damage to the building, property and a vehicle belonging to a fellow tenant. This dream world must be pretty awesome. I’d love to be able to decide that I’m in no way responsible for the drunken naked rampages that stem from activities within my home.

I’m actually pretty disillusioned about the entire thing. Ed is on the jolly side of pissed off – he’s getting all the damage repaired and some stuff done that he’s wanted for ages, whereas I will be holding off on things I want/to do so we can spend more money fixing up the car. The landlord did mention to Shan he was going to TRY to make the idiots upstairs pay the deductible, but he didn’t say anything to us or to Ed when they spoke yesterday. Previous attempts to get the idiots upstairs to do anything – warn people in advance when they’re planning on holding a party, refrain from allowing your guests to smoke in the hallways, apologize for any of the problems caused by their friends, stop having building-wide parties on weeknights at 2am, realize you are not living in a dorm room – have been met with utter non-compliance and contempt. I hate the idiots upstairs. I wish I could wish terrible things upon them.

The one bright spot in this entire mess is the rental car we got. Instead of the smelly loaner car from Ed’s mechanic, we got a rental car that is shiny and new and decidedly odour-free. It’s a little Toyota Yaris, and it’s very fun to drive. I’d been thinking about cars lately (because Ed won’t shut up about them), and the Yaris was on my list of cars I would consider if we had need to be a two-car family again. I get to try it out without having to go to a dealership which is a bonus, and it’s fun to have a small car again. It’s similar to my old Metro, but much fancier what with the power steering and brakes and all. Still, we don’t need two cars, so I will just enjoy the non-smell and continue the countdown until I can ride Sally again.

I have put the wheels in motion to get myself a MacBook. I have a name for it and everything.