Well, after making all the plans to hit the bricks for Atlanta, I discovered (rather, was reminded!) that I cannot rent a car without a major credit card (fuckers!) So, this means fixing my exsisting car.

I have a 1992 Grad Piece of shit, er, Grand Prix. The poor thing has been dying a very slow death for months now. First, the window on the drivers side fell off the tracks. Next, the outside door handle on the same side broke - the inside was broke when I bought it! Two days ago I walk outside and find my review mirror on the floorboard! The shit just FELL OFF!
The problem we're working on right now is a water leak. First thought to be the water pump, we discovered it's actually the throttle body (that's the carberater on a fuel injected car). A piece that is no longer manufactured is completely corroded, but we bypassed it for now. That should have fixed the fucking thing! But, of course not! It's still leaking water!

We'll start again tomorrow. It could be only a hose or it could be a crack in the block! ARGH!!!!!

There are forces at work here people! Forces trying to keep me from leaving this horrible wasteland! Forces that'll have me putting on my Doc's to kick some Jedi ASS if it don't quit!

watch out Luke Skywalker, you wimpy little twat! Mama's puttin' her asskickers on!